English Hymn 33
There is a fountain filled with blood,
For weary sinners flows,
A fountain that great wonders does,
Makes free from cares and woes.
It flows for me, this precious blood,
By faith this fount I see:
My sins all vanish in its flood,
For Jesus died for me.
O Lamb of God, Thy precious blood
With power still doth wait,
Pour out Thy Spirit’s flame of love
And creatures new create.
When in my greatest plight of sin
I long for Jesus’ blood,
With joy I’ll sing, in life or death,
Of this most gracious flood.
O may this blood forever be
The fountain of my quest!
This e’er shall be my song of praise
Upon my Saviour’s breast.