HYMN AND HISTORY FOR THE DAY: THERE IS A FOUNTAIN WILLIAM COWPER - TopicsExpress



          

HYMN AND HISTORY FOR THE DAY: THERE IS A FOUNTAIN WILLIAM COWPER (1731-1800) William Cowper had a life of great emotional turmoil and yet, he was able to write some very inspiring and beautiful hymns for us to sing today. There is a Fountain, is an example of one of his hymns. He wrote the hymn based on the verse Zechariah 13:1, In that day there shall be a fountain opened to the house of David and to the inhabitants of Jerusalem for sin and for uncleanness. Cowper grew up being pressured to study law. But before he could take his final exams he had a mental breakdown and was admitted into an asylum. He tried three times to take his own life, imagining not only that he was eternally condemned to hell, but that God was commanding him to make a sacrifice of his own life. But it was during this time that he was able to find out what Jesus had done for him and so at the age of 33 William Cowper gave his heart to Jesus, the Savior. He moved to Olney and became very good friends with John Newton. Together they were able to compile the Olney Hymns. There were a total of 349 hymns in the book, 67 were written by Cowper. This man who still suffered from depression but learned that he could trust in God to take away the guilt of his sins by coming to Gods fountain of Jesus sin cleansing blood. Cowper was seized with dropsy in the spring of 1800 and died. He is buried in the chapel of St. Thomas of Canterbury, St. Nicholas Church, East Dereham. A window in Westminster Abbey honours him. There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Immanuels veins; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, lose all their guilty stains: Lose all their guilty stains, lose all their guilty stains; 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: Wash all my sins away, wash all my sins away, And there may I, though vile as he, wash all my sins away. Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood shall never lose its powr, Till all the ransomed Church of God be saved to sin no more: Be saved, to sin no more, be saved, to sin no more; Till all the ransomed Church of God be saved, to sin no more. Eer since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die: And shall be till I die, and shall be till I die; Redeeming love has been my theme, and shall be till I die. Then in a nobler, sweeter song, Ill sing Thy powr to save, When this poor lisping, stammring tongue lies silent in the grave: Lies silent in the grave, lies silent in the grave; When this poor lisping, stammring tongue lies silent in the grave.
Posted on: Sun, 01 Dec 2013 13:48:17 +0000

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