Christ the Fountain

1 In the house of king David a fountain did spring,
Fro sin and uncleanness from Jesus our King;
This fountain flows sweetly whenever applied,
It sprang from the bowels of Christ when he died.

2 Come all ye that have bath'd in the fountain of love,
And have wish'd that great burden of guilt to remove:
Let's join to praise Jesus as long as we've breath,
And after we are laid in the dust of the earth.

3 There we shall sleep but not always remain,
We look for the coming of Jesus again;
When awak'd by the trumpet we lay by our shrouds,
And arise to meet Jesus our Lord in the clouds.

4 How we shall be fashioned he does not declare,
But we shall be like him when he doth appear;
And that happy moment I'm longing to see,
When I shall be perfectly happy in thee.

5 Lord Jesus, I love thee, thou knowest full well,
Assist me to conquer the powers of hell;
Tho' Satan he rages and frightens me too,
Lord Jesus protect me, and bring me safe through.

Source: Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians #164