Sweet Fountain...

There was a used book sale going on this past weekend over at Calvary Baptist. It was put on by Truett to raise funds for Africa, or social justice, or the democratic party, or something like that-- I can't remember. I came away with some good stuff.

The biggest treasure I found was a copy of the 1975 version of the Baptist Hymnal. Snatched that thing for a buck, yet it's worth it's weight in gold. This is the hymnal used in the church I grew up in. I actually remember when the newer hymnal came out in the late 80's or early 90's and there was great controversy over whether or not we would "switch over." (We eventually did.)

I authenticated that it was in fact the '75 hymnal by turning to two separate pages that are seared into my mind: Hymn 107-- There is a Fountain and Hymn 255-- Sweet Sweet Spirit.

I've begun to think we need to get back to the blood songs. I talked to an old acquaintance this weekend who said he and his wife are at a certain congregation in town because it's comforting to stick close to the "blood talk." I agree.

There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Emanuel's veins
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains

The dying thief rejoiced to see
That fountain in his day
And there may I, though vile as he
Wash all my sins away

Ever since by faith I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply
Redeeming love has been my theme
And shall be 'till I die

Are there words less "relevant" in our vernacular, yet more needed and charged with meaning than these? What I wouldn't give if I was known as one for whom "Redeeming Love" is his theme.