C.M. sung to Fountain 1 THERE is a stream of precious blood Which flowed from Jesus' veins; And sinners washed in that blest flood Lose all their guilty stains. 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see That Saviour in his day; And by that blood, though vile as he, My sins are washed away. 3 Blest Lamb of God, Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till every ransomed saint of God Be saved to sin no more. 4 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. 5 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. 6 Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared, Unworthy though I be, For me a blood-bought free reward, A harp of God for me. 7 '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. | Alternative tunes (C.M.) |