Chords for Blessèd Be the fountain - Martha Reed Garvin

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[G] Blessed be the fountain of _ _ blood to [D] a world of _ [Am] sinners _ [D] revealed.
_ _ [G] _ Blessed be [Bm] the dear Son [Em] of _ _ [G] God, only by [D] his [C] stripes we are healed.
[Gb] _ _ _ [C] Though I've wandered far [G] from the _ _ _ fold, [C] bringing to [A] my heart [D] pain and _ _ [Am] _ [D] woe,
_ wash me in the blood of [G] the Lamb, _ _ [C] and I shall be whiter than snow. _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ Whiter than [D] the snow, _ [Bm] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
whiter [G] than the snow, _ _
_ wash me [B] in the blood [C] of the _ Lamb, [Am] _ [G] and I shall be whiter than _ snow.
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Thorny was the crown that he wore, _ _ [D] and the cross [G] his _ [Am] body o _ [D]'ercame. _
_ [G] Grievous were [D] the _ [G] sorrows he bore, _ _ but [Am] he suffered _ [D] _ not [G] in _ [Bbm] vain.
_ _ [C] May I to that fountain [G] be _ _ _ led, [Cm]
made to [A] cleanse my sins here [D] below.
_ [Am] _ _ _ [G] Wash me in the blood [Em] that he _ [G] shed, _ [Am] and I [D] shall be whiter [G] than _ _ snow. _ _ _ _
_ Whiter [D] than the snow, [Bm] _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [Gb] whiter than [G] the _ [Em] snow,
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wash me in [B] the blood of [C] the _ [Am] Lamb, _ [G] and I [Am] shall be _ [G] whiter than _ _ _ snow.
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_ [Eb] _ _ _ [Ab] Father, I have wandered from _ thee, _ _ [Eb] often has [Ab] my heart [Bbm] gone _ [Eb] astray.
_ _ _ [Ab] Crimson do [Bbm] my sins seem [Ab] to me, [Fm] _
_ water [Bbm] _ cannot [Eb] wash [Ab] them _ [Ab] away. _ _ _
[Db] Jesus, to that fountain [Eb] of _
[Ab] _ _ _ thine, [Db] leaning on thy [Bb] _ promise [Cm] I go. _ _
[Bbm] _ _ _ [Ab] Cleanse me by the [Eb] _
washing _ divine, _ _ and [Db] I shall be [Bbm] whiter [Ab] than _ snow.
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_ Whiter than [Eb] the snow, _
_ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ _ [Eb] whiter than [Ab] the snow,
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wash me in the blood of [Db] the _ _ Lamb, [Ab] and I [Eb] shall be whiter [Ab] than snow. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Whiter [Eb] than the snow, _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] whiter [Eb] than the snow,
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_ _ _ wash me [C] in the blood [Db] of the _ _ Lamb, _ [G]
and [Ab] I shall [Bbm] be _ [Eb] whiter _ _ _ [Ab] than snow. _
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_ Welcome to Musical Memories.
I'm Martha Garvin.
What did this song bring to your mind?
_ As [N] I'm singing this song, I thought, do I dare tell them? _ _ _
I had, I think I want to, [B] _ I had just a wonderful father-in-law who is now in glory, lived to be 90,
_ [Eb] was treasurer of our church for 50 years, and Grandpa Garvin, _ do you [E] call your father-in-law Grandpa?
Well, it seemed like when the kids came along it was so easy to call [B] him Grandpa Garvin. _ _ _ _
[N] Grandpa Garvin _ had _ a stub for a finger because in an industrial accident when he was younger,
he got it cut badly, you know, and just kind of, and he would get, he [Db] would lead the singing.
And he would get that kind of stubby finger _ and sing [B] whiter than the snow, whiter than the snow.
In my mind, I could see Father Garvin _ _ standing, _ [Db] _ singing, _ _ _ whiter than the snow, untrained completely.
[Bb] Do you lead the singing? _ _
Isn't it wonderful how God can use all of us?
No matter what our training, [N] if we're willing, _ God can use us. _
Now I'm really thinking, should I tell this on Father Garvin?
I think I want to.
I've shared with you various stories of my family.
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When our oldest was, I think she was four or five, Lori, _ [Gm] and her little [Bb] friend Jill,
_ Grandpa Garvin always gave the kids money [C] _ for their birthdays. _ _
And Grandpa had given her _ $25 _ [Dm] _ for her birthday.
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_ _ _ And she and her friend were talking, _ _ and they said, _ _
_ [A] where do you [Dm] think he gets all that money?
_ _ _ _ _ And Jill said to her, I don't [G] know where they get all that money.
_ And Lori [Dm] says, well, I don't know either, but I do know my grandpa's treasure of the church.
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Grandpa Garvin, all those things came to my mind as we sang. _ _ _ _
[Em] _ Sure, it's a little trite, isn't [Dm] it? _
_ _ [G] But I think of musical [Dm] memories. _
I think of memories.
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_ What wonderful memories.
What [C] our memory does for us.
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