There is a fountain filled with blood

I love...

There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel's veins at William Cooper.

Him, just such a soaring melody and such, and when this lisping, stammering tongue I think about as a preacher lies silent in the grave.

Almost everything we do on Easter is a favorite hymn.

We have sung them, most of us, in our life.

There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel's veins and sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.

Perhaps you have carried guilt for years.

Maybe you wonder if God could ever forgive what you've done.

And this is what it says.

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 that verse is written to music.

And the words go, there is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel's veins.

And sinners plunge beneath that flood, lose all their guilty sins.

That's the gospel.

it was awful hard to narrow it down to four and they all have a reason why I did that.

There is a fountain filled with blood.

That's my number one.

My second is the Haven of Rest.