1 The fountain of Christ, assist me to sing,
The blood of our Priest, our crucified King;
Which perfectly cleanses from sin and from filth,
And richly dispenses salvation and health.
2 This fountain so dear, he’ll freely impart;
Unlocked by the spear, it gushed 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 is such (as thousands can tell),
The moment we touch its streams we are well.
All waters beside them are full of the curse;
For all who have tried them, swell, rot, and grow worse.]
4 [This fountain, sick soul, recovers thee quite;
Bathe here and be whole, wash here and be white;
Whatever diseases or dangers befall,
The fountain of Jesus will rid thee of all.]
5 This fountain from guilt not only makes pure,
And gives soon as felt infallible cure;
But if guilt removèd return and remain,
Its power may be provèd again and again.
6 This fountain unsealed stands open for all
That long to be healed, the great and the small.
Here’s strength for the weakly that hither are led;
Here’s health for the sickly, here’s life for the dead.
7 This fountain, though rich, from charge is quite clear;
The poorer the wretch, the welcomer here;
Come needy, come guilty, come loathsome and bare;
You can’t come too filthy; come just as you are.
8 This fountain in vain has never been tried;
It takes out all stain whenever applied;
The water flows sweetly with virtue divine,
To cleanse souls completely, though leprous as mine.
Source: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #155
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