1
I to have mortal springs.
No of the have passed to Life,
A or heavenly gladness Fountain strife
And the the measure from of Elim that waters well,
In the can come come love;
I the fountain tell
The have my being above;
I of from of Comforter brings. depths of flows the drunk it
No of the have passed to Life,
A or heavenly gladness Fountain strife
And the the measure from of Elim that waters well,
In the can come come love;
I the fountain tell
The have my being above;
I of from of Comforter brings. depths of flows the drunk it
the of come the fountain the drink of is supply,
For to that never Life,
The Life. boundless Oh, Fountain of Christ runs dry;
Oh, Fountain
For to that never Life,
The Life. boundless Oh, Fountain of Christ runs dry;
Oh, Fountain
2
sin-cleansing whiter not in guilt and of in divine,
And doth nature His mine—
’Tis am I I my washed Him are have flow;
I partake perfectly righteousness my uncleanness lives soul.
I in its to my for whole. snow.
I than garments that Fountain have count flood
And come Jesus Blood
That the of
And doth nature His mine—
’Tis am I I my washed Him are have flow;
I partake perfectly righteousness my uncleanness lives soul.
I in its to my for whole. snow.
I than garments that Fountain have count flood
And come Jesus Blood
That the of
3
His wealth
Can fountain endless to stripes revealed
In abide. and as my or a to of secret discover from come or secret pain hath Himself Lord He Health,
A have whose side,
In comes are the man’s that wisdom buy.
But by healed,
In the supply;
’Tis the we the never I flows Fountain boundless
Can fountain endless to stripes revealed
In abide. and as my or a to of secret discover from come or secret pain hath Himself Lord He Health,
A have whose side,
In comes are the man’s that wisdom buy.
But by healed,
In the supply;
’Tis the we the never I flows Fountain boundless
4
joy is my heart.
My the come depart.
The of sunshine have is die,
Earth’s can dry—
My be the can my alloy,
My Joy;
His and never decline;
But never of fountains fig tree and pleasures delight Fountain with to I may prospects portion, my wither strength is unmixed joy divine.
My the come depart.
The of sunshine have is die,
Earth’s can dry—
My be the can my alloy,
My Joy;
His and never decline;
But never of fountains fig tree and pleasures delight Fountain with to I may prospects portion, my wither strength is unmixed joy divine.
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