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Reber's Ground (Thurlow Weed)

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Editor: Thurlow Weed (submitted 2008-12-14).   Score information: Letter (landscape), 2 pages, 27.7 kbytes   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: A new Sacred Harp setting of the text "There is a Fountain Filled with Blood."

General Information

Title: Reber/'s Ground
Composer: Thurlow Weed

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredShape Notes

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella

Description: A new Sacred Harp tune

Original text and translations

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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 sinners plunged beneath that flood lose all their guilty stains.

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.

Thou dying Lamb, Thy precious blood shall never lose its power
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.

E’er 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.

And when this feeble, falt’ring tongue lies silent in the grave,
Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing His power to save,
I’ll sing His power to save, I’ll sing His power to save,
Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing Thy power to save.

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