Tom

living out life
2008-09-26 05:18:19 (UTC)

There is a Fountain - Words

This is one of my favorite hymns but, unfortunately, it
isn't sung a lot any more. Nowadays hymns are "out of
style". I know there are still a lot of churches that have
hymn books, but quite a few churches are going to big
screens and praise songs. Although I like the praise
songs, I like the hymns too.

What has happened in our modern world is that churches are
getting away from singing about "sin" and "blood" because
the words make people uncomfortable. It is believed by
some that we should come to church and feel good, not hear
words that might actually put us under conviction.

What a joke! The whole idea behind Christianity is that
Christ died for our sins and that he shed his blood to do
so. When a church takes that out of their teaching then
they have become nothing more than a social club. What
good is Christianity if if doesn't teach about the blood
of Jesus?

Anyway, with that in mind, here are the words to THERE IS
A FOUNTAIN. As you can see, William Cowper was not afraid
to write about the blood.

There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from
Emmanuel痴 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 have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins
away.
Washed all my sins away, washed all my sins away;
And there have I, though vile as he, washed 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弾r 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値l 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.

Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared, unworthy though I be,
For me a blood bought free reward, a golden harp for me!
探is strung and tuned for endless years, and formed by
power divine,
To sound in God the Father痴 ears no other name but Thine.




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