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There is a stream
of precious blood
Which flowed from Jesus' veins;
And sinners washed
in that blest flood
Lose all their guilty stains.
The dying thief rejoiced to see
That Saviour in his day;
And by that blood, though vile as he,
My sins are washed away.
Blest Lamb of God,
Thy precious blood
Shall never lose its power,
Till every ransomed saint of God
Be saved to sin no more.
E'er since by faith
I saw the stream
Thy wounds supplied for me,
Redeeming love
has been my theme,
And shall for ever be.
Soon in a nobler,
sweeter song,
I'll sing Thy power to save;
No more with lisping,
stammering tongue,
But conqueror o'er the grave.
Lord, I believe
Thou hast prepared,
Unworthy though I be,
For me a blood-bought free reward,
A harp of God for me.
'Tis strung and tuned
for endless years,
And formed by power divine,
To sound in God the Father's ears
No other name but Thine.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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FOUNTAIN
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