Olney Hymns (1840)/Book 1/Hymn 79

79.
Praise for the Fountain opened.—Zech. xiii, 1.C.

1 There is a fountain fill'd with blood
Drawn from Emmanuel's veins;
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day;
And there have I, as vile as he,
Wash'd all my sins away.

3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power
Till all the ransom'd church of God
Be saved, to sin no more.

4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.

5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy power to save,—
When this poor lisping stamm'ring tongue
Lies silent in the grave.

6 Lord, I believe thou hast prepared
(Unworthy though I be,)
For me a blood-bought free reward,
A golden harp for me!

7 'Tis strung, and tuned for endless years,
And form'd by power divine;
To sound in God the Father's ears
No other name but thine.