Monday's Message: There is a Fountain

There is a Fountain

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When a large religious service was being conducted at the Golden Gate Exposition in San Francisco, many people quickly became aware that the minister delivering the main address was not thoroughly orthodox. Although a gifted speaker, he began to direct most of his eloquence against the power of the blood of Christ.

       Ruth E. Marsden relates that when his fluent oratory ended, a timid, elderly lady stood up in the midst of the crowd and softly began to sing a great hymn by William Cowper as a touching rebuttal to the modernist’s remarks.

       A hush fell over the assembly as they heard those faint but familiar words: “There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Immanuel’s veins, and sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.”

       Before she could begin the second stanza, approximately a hundred people rose to join her.

       By the time she reached the third verse, nearly a thousand Christians all over the audience were singing that blessed song of faith.

       The triumphant, thrilling strains rang out loud and clear: “Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood shall never lose its power, ’til all the ransomed church of God be saved to sin no more.”

       Many were deeply moved as that humble believer stood up for her Lord and with the light of Heaven upon her face.

 

      

There Is a Fountain Filled with Blood

      

(1) There is a fountain filled with blood

Drawn from Emmanuel's veins;

And sinners, plunged beneath that blood,

Lose all their guilty stains.

Lose all their guilty stains.

Lose all their guilty stains.

And sinners, plunged beneath that blood,

Lose all their guilty stains.

 

(2) 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.

 

(3) Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood

Shall never lose its power,

'Til all the ransomed Church of God

Be saved, to sin no more,

Be saved, to sin no more,

Be saved, to sin no more,

 'Til 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 'til I die.

And shall be 'til I die.

And shall be 'til I die.

Redeeming love has been my theme,

And shall be 'til I die.

(5) Then in a nobler, sweeter song,

I'll sing thy power to save,

when this poor lisping, stammering tongue

lies silent in the grave.

Lies silent in the grave,

lies silent in the grave;

when this poor lisping, stammering tongue

lies silent in the grave.