1. O Christ, He is the fountain,
  The deep, sweet well of life:
  Its living streams l'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!