1 Five wells I know
From which do flow
Peace, joy, life, hope, salvation:
These fill my soul,
And make it whole
In ev'ry tribulations.
2 Thy wounds, O Lord,
Such help afford,
They are the fount of blessing,
And comfort me
Most graciously
When troubles come depressing.
3 O let to me
Thy sufferings be
A constant admonition,
To quench all sin
That lurks within
By means of deep contrition.
4 O Lamb divine,
O Savior mine,
That soul's true Joy-spring ever,
From sin made free.
Bind me to Thee
With ties no power can sever!
5 Thus will I end
Life's course, and wend
My way to heaven's portal;
The battle o'er,
I will adore
My Lord in hymns immortal.
Source: Wartburg Hymnal: for church, school and home #171