HB fountain of CHRIST
Affift me to fing,
2 This fountain fo dear
He'll freely impart,
Unlock'd by the spear,
It gufh'd from his heart,
With blood and with water,
The first to atone,
To cleanfe us the latter;
The fountain's but one..
T
The blood of our Priest,
'Our crucify'd King;
Which perfectly cleanfes
From fin and from filth,
And richly difpenfes
Salvation and health.
4 This fountain unfeal'd
Stands open for all
That long to be heal'd,
The great and the small;
Here's ftrength for the weakly
That hither are led;
Here's health for the fickly,
Here's life for the dead.
5 This fountain, tho' rich, From charge is quite clear; The poorer the wretch
The welcomer here.
Come needy, come guilty,
Come lothefome and bare;
You can't come too filthy-
Come just as you are.
6 This fountain in vain
Has never been try'd,
It takes out all stain,
Whenever apply'd:
The water flows sweetly
With virtue divine,
To cleanse fouls completely,
Tho' leprous as mine.
4 This fountain unfeal'd
Stands open for all
That long to be heal'd,
The great and the small;
Here's strength for the weakly
That hither are led;
Here's health for the fickly,
Here's life for the dead.
5 This fountain, tho' rich, From charge is quite clear; The poorer the wretch
The welcomer here.
Come needy, come guilty,
Come lothefome and bare;
You can't come too filthy-
Come juft as you are.
6 This fountain in vain
Has never been try'd,
It takes out all stain,
Whenever apply'd:
The water flows fweetly
With virtue divine,
To cleanse fouls completely,
Tho' leprous as mine.
HYMN 188.
[SUBMISSION TO PROVIDENCE.
AKED as from the earth we came,
And crept to life at first,
So to the earth we foon return,
And mingle with our duft.
2 The dear delights we here enjoy,
And fondly call our own,
Are but short favours borrow'd now,
To be repaid anon.
3 'Tis GOD that lifts our comforts high, Or finks them in the grave;
He gives, and, blessed be his name!
He takes but what he gave.
4 Peace, all our angry paffions then
Let each rebellious figh,
Be filent at his fov'reign will,
And ev'ry murmur die.
5 If fmiling mercy crown our lives,
Its praises shall be spread;
And we'll adore the justice too
That ftrikes our comforts dead.
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