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Jesus, Fountain of my days,
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| 1. | Jesus, Fountain of my days, |
| | Well-spring of my heart's delight, |
| | Brightness of my morning rays, |
| | Solace of my hours of night; |
| | When I see Thee, I arise |
| | To the hope of cloudless skies. |
| 2. | Oh, how weary were the years |
| | Ere Thy form to me was known; |
| | Oh, how gloomy were the fears |
| | When I seemed to be alone; |
| | I despaired the storm to brave |
| | Till Thy footprints touched the wave. |
| 3. | But Thy presence on the deep |
| | Calmed the pulses of the sea, |
| | And the waters sank to sleep |
| | In the rest of seeing Thee; |
| | And my once rebellious will |
| | Heard the mandate, Peace, be still! |
| 4. | Now Thy will and mine are one, |
| | Heart in heart, and hand in hand; |
| | All the clouds have touched the sun, |
| | And the ships have reached the land; |
| | For Thy love has said to me, |
| | No more night! and No more sea! |