There is a Fountain Fill'd with Blood
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There is a fountain fill'd with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins, And sinners plung'd beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains,
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He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities, The chastisement of our peace was upon Him, And with His stripes we are heal'd He was wounded for our transgressions, He was wounded for our transgressions, And with His stripes we are heal'd, With His stripes we are heal'd.
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The dying thief rejoic'd to see That fountain in his day, And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins away.
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He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities, The chastisement of our peace was upon Him, And with His stripes we are heal'd He was wounded for our transgressions, He was wounded for our transgressions, And with His stripes we are heal'd, With His stripes we are heal'd.
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Thou dying Lamb: Thy precious blood Shall never lose its pow'r, Till all the ransomed Church of God Be saved to sin no more.
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He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities, The chastisement of our peace was upon Him, And with His stripes we are heal'd He was wounded for our transgressions, He was wounded for our transgressions, And with His stripes we are heal'd, With His stripes we are heal'd.
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Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing Thy pow'r to save, When this poor, lisping, stamm'ring tongue Lies silent in the grave.
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He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities, The chastisement of our peace was upon Him, And with His stripes we are heal'd He was wounded for our transgressions, He was wounded for our transgressions, And with His stripes we are heal'd, With His stripes we are heal'd.