The Mystery of God's Ways

Zechariah 13:1 New International Version (NIV)

Cleansing From Sin

13 “On that day a fountain will be opened to the house of David and the inhabitants of Jerusalem, to cleanse them from sin and impurity.

William Cowper wrote the hymn, "There Is A Fountain Filled With Blood," after a major bout of depression, an illness he would deal with all his life, leading to suicide attempts stayed by God's hand.   It's amazing how he was used of God to write great hymns of our faith.  Then again, perhaps it should be expected, because, as Cowper himself wrote, "God moves in mysterious ways, his wonders to perform."  
Today I uploaded MercyMe's version of his hymn "There Is A Fountain."  The imagery is vivid the writing anointed.  I'm sure Satan did tremble when he wrote it.  

There Is A Fountain- MercyMe

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.

Dear 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.

When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave.

Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing Thy power to save,

I’ll sing Thy power to save,I’ll sing Thy power to save,

Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing Thy power to save,

Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared, unworthy though I be,

For me a blood bought free reward, a golden harp for me!

’Tis strung and tuned for endless years, and formed by power divine,

To sound in God the Father’s ears no other name but Thine.