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What though my joys and comfort die?
The Lord my savior liveth.
What though the darkness gather round?
Songs in the night he giveth.

(My Life Flows On In Endless Song)

I know a fountain deep and wide

I know a fountain deep and wide

Author: Henry L. Gilmour
Tune: [I know a fountain deep and wide]
Published in 2 hymnals

Audio files: MIDI

Representative Text

1 I know a fountain deep and wide
Was opened for you and me
In David’s house for all unclean,
And now it’s flowing free;
It springs from out beneath God’s throne,
A stream as crystal clear;
The prophet’s eye foresaw its course,
And David sung it near.

For I know whom I have believ’d,
And am persuaded,
That he is able to keep
That which I’ve committed
Unto him against that day.”

2 I know that as it wound its way
Thro’ Bethlehem’s manger shade,
‘Mid quiv’ring earth, on Calvary’s hill,
It paused in love’s cascade;
But onward dash’d with crimson tinge
Made by the soldier’s spear;
No granite rock nor Roman seal
Could stop its grand career. [Refrain]

3 I know that still it sweeps along,
All aching hearts to fill;
And boldly mirrored on its breast,
Is “whosoever will!”
Oh, come and quench thy raging thirst;
Drink deep of life’s pure spring,
And in the darkest hour of life
Your happy soul will sing. [Refrain]

Source: The Finest of the Wheat: hymns new and old, for missionary and revival meetings, and sabbath-schools #32

Author: Henry L. Gilmour

Born: January 19, 1836, Londonderry, Ireland. Died: May 20, 1920, Delair, New Jersey, after a buggy accident. Buried: Wenonah Cemetery, Mantua Township, New Jersey. Gilmour emigrated to America as a teenager. He started working as a painter, then served in the American civil war, where he was captured and spent several months in Libby Prison, Richmond, Virginia. After the war, he became a dentist. In 1869, he moved to Wenonah, New Jersey, and helped found the Wenonah Methodist Church in 1885. For four decades, he directed the choir at the Pitman Grove Camp Meeting, and worked at camp meetings and revivals in Mountain Lake Park, Maryland, and Ridgeview Park, Pennsylvania. His works include: The Silver Trumpet, with Kelso Carter (… Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: I know a fountain deep and wide
Author: Henry L. Gilmour
Refrain First Line: For I know whom I have believed



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The Finest of the Wheat #32

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The Silver Trumpet #91

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