The Opened Fountain

Trances Ridley, Havergal

Category: Poetry

'A fountain opened for sin and for undeaness'', Zcch. 3.1.

And I have wounded Thee - oh, wounded Thee! -
Wounded the dear, dear Hand that holds me fast!
Oh, to recall the word! That cannot be!
Oh, to unthink the thought that out of reach hath passed!

I could not wish that any joy should be;
Sorrow and bitter grief replace my bliss;
There is no room for any thought but this,
That I have sinned - have sinned - have wounded Thee!

How could 1 grieve Thee so! Thou couldst have kept;
My fall was not the failure of Thy word.
Thy promise hath no flaw, no dire 'except,'
To neutralize the grace so royally conferred.

Oh the exceeding sinfulness of sin!
Tenfold exceeding in the love-lit light Of Thy sufficient grace, without, within,
Enough for every need, in never-conquered might!
With all the shame, with all the keen distress,

Quick, 'waiting not,' I flee to Thee again;
Close to the wound, beloved Lord, I press,
That Thine own precious blood may overflow the stain.
O precious blood! Lord, let it rest on me!

I ask not only pardon from my King, But cleansing from my Priest.
I come to Thee Just as I came at first, - a sinful, helpless thing.
Oh, cleanse me now! My Lord, 1 cannot stay
For evening shadows and a silent hour:

Now I have sinned, and now, with no delay,
I claim Thy promise and its total power.
O Saviour, bid me 'go and sin no more,'
And keep me always 'neath the mighty flow

Of Thy perpetual fountain; I implore
That Thy perpetual cleansing I may fully know.