6-8s. 1 FOUNTAIN of life and all my joy, Jesus, thy mercies I embrace; The breath thou giv'st, for thee employ, And wait to taste thy perfect grace; No more forsaken and forlorn, I bless the day that I was born.
2 Preserved through faith by power divine, A miracle of grace I stand! I prove the strength of Jesus mine! Jesus, upheld by thy right hand, Though in my flesh I feel the thorn, I bless the day that I was born.
3 Weary of life, through inbred sin, I was, but now defy its power; When as a flood the foe comes in, My soul is more than conqueror; I tread him down with holy scorn, And bless the day that I was born.
4 Come, Lord, and make me pure within, And let me now be filled with God! Live to declare I'm saved from sin: And if I seal the truth with blood, My soul, from out the body torn, Shall bless the day that I was born.
