Текст песни There Is a Fountain - Michael O'Brien
                                                There 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                fountain 
                                                filled 
                                                with 
                                                blood
 
                                    
                                
                                                Drawn 
                                                from 
                                                Immanuel's 
                                                veins
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                sinners, 
                                                plunged 
                                                beneath 
                                                that 
                                                flood
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lose 
                                                all 
                                                their 
                                                guilty 
                                                stains
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                dying 
                                                thief 
                                                rejoiced 
                                                to 
                                                see 
                                                that 
                                                fountain 
                                                in 
                                                his 
                                                day,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                there 
                                                may 
                                                i, 
                                                though 
                                                vile 
                                                as 
                                                he,
 
                                    
                                
                                                //Wash 
                                                all 
                                                my 
                                                sins 
                                                away//
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                fountain, 
                                                    a 
                                                fountain,
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                cleanse 
                                                our 
                                                guilt 
                                                and 
                                                shame
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                fountan, 
                                                    a 
                                                fountain
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                wash 
                                                our 
                                                sins 
                                                away,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dear 
                                                dying 
                                                lamb,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Thy 
                                                precious 
                                                blood
 
                                    
                                
                                                Shall 
                                                never 
                                                lose 
                                                its 
                                                pow'r
 
                                    
                                
                                                Till 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                ransomed 
                                                church 
                                                of 
                                                God
 
                                    
                                
                                                Be 
                                                saved, 
                                                to 
                                                sin 
                                                no 
                                                more
 
                                    
                                
                                                E'er 
                                                since 
                                                by 
                                                faith 
                                                    i 
                                                saw 
                                                the 
                                                stream
 
                                    
                                
                                                Thy 
                                                flowing 
                                                wounds 
                                                suply
 
                                    
                                
                                                Redeeming 
                                                love 
                                                has 
                                                been 
                                                my 
                                                theme
 
                                    
                                
                                                //And 
                                                shall 
                                                be 
                                                till 
                                                    i 
                                                die//
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                fountain, 
                                                    a 
                                                fountain,
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                cleanse 
                                                our 
                                                guilt 
                                                and 
                                                shame
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                fountan, 
                                                    a 
                                                fountain
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                wash 
                                                our 
                                                sins 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                this 
                                                poor, 
                                                lisping, 
                                                stamm'ring 
                                                tongue
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lies 
                                                silent 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                grave,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                nobler, 
                                                sweeter 
                                                song,
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'll 
                                                sing 
                                                Thy 
                                                pow'r 
                                                to 
                                                save.
 
                                    
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