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 piercèd hand;

    The Lamb is all the glory,

       And my eternal stand!