Grace, like a fountain, ever flows,
by T. Greene·1814·Meter 8.6.8.6 (CM)
Based on 2 Cor 12:9; Ps 38:9
1
Grace, like a fountain, ever flows,
Fresh succours to renew;
The Lord my wants and weakness knows,
My sins and sorrows too.
2
He sees me often overcome,
And pities my distress;
And bids affliction drive me home,
To anchor on his grace.
3
'Tis he directs my doubtful ways,
When dangers line the road,
Here I my Ebenezer raise,
And trust the gracious God.