There is a fountain...

All I choose to say this week is summed up best by this favorite old hymn penned by William Cowper. I have only adjusted the last verse to suit better my own theological bent and tastes. If I had to post the same blog every week it would be this one. To know me, this is all you must really know.


There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel’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 have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away.
Washed all my sins away, washed all my sins away;
And there have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away.

E’er 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 on that yonder shore I stand, beyond the Jordan's waves,
Then in a nobler sweeter song, I'll sing Thy pow'r to save!
I'll sing Thy pow'r to save! I'll sing Thy power to save!
Then in a nobler, sweeter song I'll sing Thy pow'r to save!