about
"When you sing this, think of a poor soldier a long ways from home. This is my favorite hymn."
We discovered this traditional hymn written out longhand in three separate letters from my great-great-grandfather William Laban Brown to his wife Nancy, while a Union soldier (Third Tennessee Cavalry, Company B) and prisoner of war at the Cahaba prison camp near Selma, Alabama. Struggling to uphold his faith on a savagely divided battlefield, it must have given Brown great comfort to invoke the hymn's message of forgiveness and redemption.
A native of Knoxville, TN, Brown survived the war but never made it home to his wife and four young children, tragically dying in the Sultana steamship explosion near Memphis, TN on April 27, 1865, the worst maritime disaster to date in U.S. history.
I dedicate this recording to the memory of a great husband, father and patriot, and in gratitude to his living great-grandson, my uncle Eric Blackwell, who has painstakingly archived the details of Brown's life and this tragic episode in our family history. Read more about William Laban Brown:
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lyrics
There Is A Fountain
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 may I, though vile as he,
wash all my sins away.
Wash all my sins away,
wash all my sins away;
and there may I, though vile as he,
wash all my sins away.
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.
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing thy power to save,
when this poor stammering tongue
lies silent in the grave.
Lies silent in the grave,
lies silent in the grave;
when this poor stammering tongue
lies silent in the grave.
credits
released January 15, 2021
Jody Blackwell: acoustic guitars, vocals
Andy Santospago: banjo, mandolin and pedal steel guitar
Steve Chaggaris: drums
Engineered, mixed and mastered by Brian Charles, Zippah Recording, Boston, MA
Assistant engineer: Annie Hoffman
Copyright 2018, Jody Blackwell, Sweet Amnesia Music (ASCAP)
There Is a Fountain Filled with Blood
Text: William Cowper, 1731-1800
Music: 19th cent. USA campmeeting melody (CWH attrib. to Lowell Mason)
Tune: CLEANSING FOUNTAIN
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