1 

O Christ, He is the fountain,

   The deep, sweet well of life:

Its living streams I've tasted

   Which save from grief and strife.

And to an ocean fullness,

   His mercy doth expand;

His grace is all-sufficient

   As by His wisdom planned.

 2 

O I am my Beloved's.

   And my Beloved's mine;

He brings a poor vile sinner

   Into His house of wine!

I stand upon His merit;

   I know no other stand.

I'm hidden in His presence

   And held by His own hand.

 3 

The Bride eyes not her garment,

   But her dear Bridegroom's face;

I will not gaze at glory.

   But on my King of grace:

Not at the crown He giveth,

   But on His pierc�d hand;

The Lamb is all the glory,

   And my eternal stand!