Lifespring! HymnStories

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The stories behind the great Christian hymns, after which you will hear a version of the hymn performed by some of the most talented musicians and singers.

HS38: Lifespring! HymnStories “There Is A Fountain”

William Cowper is one of God’s gracious gifts to those suffering from depression. Like the Psalmist who cried, “Why are you cast down, O my soul?”, Cowper shows us that our emotional struggles often give us heightened sensitivity to the heart of God and to the needs of others.

Listen to the show for more of the story behind this wonderful hymn.

Artists

Instrumental version:
Prayers For This Century

Vocal version:

Hymn styles - Praise EnsembleThe London Fox Singers
“There Is A Fountain Filled With Blood” (mp3)
from “Hymn styles – Praise Ensemble”
(Classic Fox Records)

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Lyrics by William Cowper
Written in 1772

There is a fountain filled with blood
drawn from Emmanuel’s veins;
and sinners plunged beneath that flood
lose all their guilty stains.
Lose all their guilty stains,
lose all their guilty stains;
and sinners plunged beneath that flood
lose all their guilty stains.

The dying thief rejoiced to see
that fountain in his day;
and there may I, though vile as he,
wash all my sins away.
Wash all my sins away,
wash all my sins away;
and there may I, though vile as he,
wash all my sins away.

Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood
shall never lose its power
till all the ransomed church of God
be saved, to sin no more.
Be saved, to sin no more,
be saved, to sin no more;
till all the ransomed church of God
be saved, to sin no more.

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.
And shall be till I die,
and shall be till I die;
redeeming love has been my theme,
and shall be till I die.

Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I’ll sing thy power to save,
when this poor lisping, stammering tongue
lies silent in the grave.
Lies silent in the grave,
lies silent in the grave;
when this poor lisping, stammering tongue
lies silent in the grave.

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