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Chapter 98 of 512

Fount of Purity (#181) | S. G. Odell, 1911

1 min read · Chapter 98 of 512
Oh, faint not, weary soul, Thy Savior’s near to thee; He now will make thee whole, Look up to Calvary. Refrain: Hail, fount of purity! Hail, wondrous, cleansing blood! Hail, great security! Thou spotless Lamb of God. Behold thy Savior dies, He dies, He dies for thee; ’Tis finished now, He cries, Oh, captive soul, be free! Thy sins of crimson dye Shall white as wool appear; Now to the fountain fly, ’Twill cleanse thee, do not fear. Thy sins of scarlet hue Shall all be white as snow; There’s nothing thou canst do, But to the fountain go. Behold the fountain near, By faith, oh, plunge today; Oh, sin-sick soul, draw near— ’Twill purge thy stain away.

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