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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Verse 1]
G C G D
There is a foun-tain filled with blood Drawn from Im-man-uel’s veins;
The dy-ing thief re-joiced to see That foun-tain in His day;
Dear dy-ing Lamb, Thy pre-cious blood Shall nev-er lose its pow'r
E'er since by faith I saw the stream Thy flow-ing wounds sup-ply,
When this poor, lisping, stamm’ring tongue Lies silent in the grave,
[Verse 2]
G C G D G
And sinners, plunged be-neath that flood, Lose all their guilt-y stains:
And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins a - way;
Till all the ran-somed church of God Be saved to sin no more;
Re -deem- ing love has been my theme, And shall be till I die;
Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save.
[Verse 3]
G D C G D
Lose all their guilt-y stains, Lose all their guilt-y stains;
Wash all my sins a-way, Wash all my sins a - way;
Be saved to sin no more, Be saved to sin no more;
And shall be till I die, And shall be till I die;
I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save, I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save.
[Verse 4]
G C G D G
And sinners, plunged be-neath that flood, Lose all their guilt-y stains.
And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins a - way.
Till all the ran-somed church of God Be saved to sin no more.
Re -deem- ing love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.
Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save.
G C G D
There is a foun-tain filled with blood Drawn from Im-man-uel’s veins;
The dy-ing thief re-joiced to see That foun-tain in His day;
Dear dy-ing Lamb, Thy pre-cious blood Shall nev-er lose its pow'r
E'er since by faith I saw the stream Thy flow-ing wounds sup-ply,
When this poor, lisping, stamm’ring tongue Lies silent in the grave,
[Verse 2]
G C G D G
And sinners, plunged be-neath that flood, Lose all their guilt-y stains:
And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins a - way;
Till all the ran-somed church of God Be saved to sin no more;
Re -deem- ing love has been my theme, And shall be till I die;
Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save.
[Verse 3]
G D C G D
Lose all their guilt-y stains, Lose all their guilt-y stains;
Wash all my sins a-way, Wash all my sins a - way;
Be saved to sin no more, Be saved to sin no more;
And shall be till I die, And shall be till I die;
I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save, I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save.
[Verse 4]
G C G D G
And sinners, plunged be-neath that flood, Lose all their guilt-y stains.
And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins a - way.
Till all the ran-somed church of God Be saved to sin no more.
Re -deem- ing love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.
Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing Thy pow’r to save.
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