| Song | There Is A Fountain Filled With |
| Content Description | There Is a Fountain Filled With Blood is a powerful and timeless hymn that celebrates the cleansing and redeeming power of Jesus Christ’s sacrifice. The lyrics focus on the “fountain” of grace opened at Calvary, symbolizing forgiveness, purification, and salvation for all who believe. This deeply devotional hymn is often sung during communion, Easter, and reflective worship services, reminding believers of the transforming power of Christ’s blood. Its message emphasizes grace, redemption, and the hope of eternal life through faith in Jesus. |
| Album | Our Great Redeemer’s Praise |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | Christian hymn, gospel hymn, Easter hymn, worship song, classic church hymn, devotional worship, communion hymn, faith-based hymn, blood of Jesus song, salvation hymn |
| Theme(s) | redemption, cleansing, Calvary, grace, forgiveness, sacrifice of Christ, salvation, eternal life |
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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:
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.
Ever 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.
When This Poor Lisping, Stammering Tongue
Lies Silent In The Grave,
Then In A Nobler, Sweeter Song
I’ll Sing Thy Power To Save:
I’ll Sing Thy Power To Save,
I’ll Sing Thy Power To Save;
Then In A Nobler, Sweeter Song
I’ll Sing Thy Power To Save.
