Twas Je­sus, my Sav­ior, who died on the tree,
To open a fount­ain for sin­ners like me;
His blood is that fount­ain which par­don be­stows,
And cleans­es the foul­est wher­ev­er it flows.

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For the Li­on of Ju­dah shall break ev­ery chain,
And give us the vic­to­ry, again and again.

And when I was will­ing with all things to part,
He gave me His bless­ing, His love in my heart;
So now I am joined with the con­quer­ing band
Who are march­ing to glo­ry at Je­sus’ com­mand.

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Tho’ round me the storms of ad­ver­si­ty roll,
And the waves of des­truct­ion en­com­pass my soul;
In vain this frail ves­sel the tem­pest shall toss—
My hope is se­cure through the blood of the cross.

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And when with the ran­somed, by Je­sus, my head,
From fount­ain to fount­ain I then shall be led;
I’ll fall at His feet and His mer­cy ad­ore,
And sing hal­le­lu­jah to God ev­er­more.

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