Fount of Love

Verse 1

Fount of everlasting love! Rich thy streams of mercy are, Flowing purely from above, Beauty marks their course afar.

Verse 2

Lo! Thy church, thy garden, now Blooms beneath the heavenly shower Sinners feel, and melt, and bow: Mild, yet mighty, is thy power.

Verse 3

God of grace, before thy throne Here our warmest thanks we bring; Thine the glory, thine alone; Loudest praise to thee we bring.