Eeee-I-Eeeee-I-Ohhhhh
The duck says, "Quack, quack"
Eeee-I-Eeeee-I-Ohhhhh
If it had been light outside instead of dark, I probably would have enjoyed the song more!
Eeee-I-Eeeee-I-Ohhhhh
The duck says, "Quack, quack"
Eeee-I-Eeeee-I-Ohhhhh
There is a fountain filled with blood drawn from Emmanuel’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 have I, though vile as he, washed all my sins away.
Dear dying Lamb, Thy precious blood shall never lose its power
Till all the ransomed church of God be saved, to sin no more.
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.
Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I’ll sing Thy power to save,
When this poor lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave.
Lord, I believe Thou hast prepared, unworthy though I be,
For me a blood bought free reward, a golden harp for me!
’Tis strung and tuned for endless years, and formed by power divine,
To sound in God the Father’s ears no other name but Thine.
Anonymous Hill: "Tooting in someone's face is NOT appropriate, is it, Daddy? We shouldn't talk about it."
Daddy: "I guess you're right."