160    C.M.     WIlliam Cowper
The Fountain opened. Zech. 13. 1; 1 John 1. 7

1 There is a fountain filled with blood,
  Drawn from Immanuel’s veins,
  And sinners plunged beneath that flood,
  Lose all their guilty stains.

2 [The dying thief rejoiced to see
  That fountain in his day;
  And there have I, as vile as he,
  Washed all my sins away.]

3 [Dear dying Lamb! thy precious blood
  Shall never lose its power,
  Till all the ransomed church of God
  Be saved, to sin no more.]

4 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.

5 But when this lisping, stammering tongue
  Lies silent in the grave,
  Then, in a nobler, sweeter song,
  I’ll sing thy power to save.