1 The fountain of Christ,
Lord, help us to sing,
The blood of our Priest
Our crucify'd king;
The fountain that cleanses
From sin and from filth,
And richly dispenses
Salvation and health.
2 This fountain so dear
He'll freely impart;
When pierc'd by the spear,
It flow'd from his heart.
With blood and with water,
The first to atone,
To cleanse us the latter;
The fountain's but one.
3 This fountain from guilt
Not only makes pure,
And gives, soon as felt,
Infallible cure;
But if guilt removed,
Return and remain,
Its power may be proved
Again and again.
4 This fountain unseal'd
Stands open for all
Who 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 sickly,
And life for the dead.
5 This fountain tho' rich
From charge is quite clear,
The poorer the wretch
The welcomer here:
Come needy, and guilty,
Come loathsome, and bare
Though lep'rous and 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 fountain flows sweetly
With virtue divine,
To cleanse souls completely,
Though lep'rous as mine.
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First Line: | The fountain of Christ |
Title: | Fountain Opened for Sinners |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1803 |