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. I sit at the piano.  It's been so long.  My fingers feel funny on the keys. The framed saying from a friend, now residing with the King of Kings, rests stately on the top of the piano. I think of her.  The dying thief rejoiced to seeThat fountain in his day;And there have I, though vile as ... View Post