4 This fountain unseal'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.
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 ftain,
Whenever apply'd:
The water flows sweetly
With virtue divine,
To cleanse fouls completely,
Tho' leprous as mine.
HE fountain of CHRIST
Affift me to fing,
The blood of our Prieft,
Our crucify'd King;
Which perfectly cleanfes
From fin and from filth,
And richly dispenses
Salvation and health.
2 This fountain fo dear
He'll freely impart,
Unlock'd by the fpear,
It guth'd from his heart,
With blood and with water,
The first to atone,
To cleanfe us the latter;
The fountain's but one.
3 This fountain from guilt.
Not only makes pure,
And gives, foon as felt,
Infallible cure;
But if guilt removed
Return, and remain,
Its pow'r may be proved
Âgain and again.
4 This fountain unseal'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 lothesome 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.
HYMN 189.
THE MYSTERIES OF PROVIDENCE
1
ORD, how mysterious are thy ways
How blind are we, how mean our
praife!
Thy fteps can mortal eyes explore?
'Tis ours to wonder, and adore..
2 Thy deep decrees from creature-fight
Are hid in fhades of awful night;
Amid the lines, with curious eye,
Not angel-minds prefume to pry,
3 Great Gop! I wou'd not afk to fee
What in futurity shall be;
If light and blifs attend my days,
Then let my future hours be praise
4 Is darkness and distress my fhare?
Then let me truft thy guardian care;
Enough for me, if love divine
At length thro' ev'ry cloud fhall fhine.
5 Yet this my foul defires to know,
Be this my only with below;
"That CHRIST is mine "this great
request
Grant, bounteous GOD: and I am bleft.
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