| Song | There Is A Fountain Filled |
| Album | Pentecostal And Apostolic Hymns 3 |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | There Is A Fountain Filled |
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There Is A Fountain Filled With Blood
Drawn From Immanuel’s Veins;
And Sinners, Plunged Beneath That Flood,
Lose All Their Guilty Stains:
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 Healed
He Was Wounded For Our Transgressions,
He Was Wounded For Our Transgressions,
And With His Stripes We Are Healed,
With His Stripes We Are Healed.
The Dying Thief Rejoiced To See
That Fountain In His Day;
And There May I, Though Vile As He,
Wash All My Sins Away:
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 Healed
He Was Wounded For Our Transgressions,
He Was Wounded For Our Transgressions,
And With His Stripes We Are Healed,
With His Stripes We Are Healed.
Thou Dying Lamb, Thy Precious Blood
Shall Never Lose Its Power
Till All The Ransomed Church Of God
Be Saved, To Sin No More:
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 Healed
He Was Wounded For Our Transgressions,
He Was Wounded For Our Transgressions,
And With His Stripes We Are Healed,
With His Stripes We Are Healed.
Then In A Nobler, Sweeter Song
I’ll Sing Thy Power To Save:
When This Poor, Lisping, Stammering Tongue.
Lies Silent In The Grave.
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 Healed
He Was Wounded For Our Transgressions,
He Was Wounded For Our Transgressions,
And With His Stripes We Are Healed,
With His Stripes We Are Healed.
