176    C.M.     Samuel Medley
“All my springs are in thee.” Ps. 87. 7

1 Now, dearest Lord, to praise thy name,
  Let all our powers agree;
  Worthy art thou of endless fame;
  Our springs are all in thee.

2 Here in thy love will we rejoice,
  All sovereign, rich, and free;
  Singing, we hope with heart and voice,
  Our springs are all in thee.

3 To whom, dear Jesus, O to whom
  Shall needy sinners flee
  But to thyself, who bidst us come?
  Our springs are all in thee.

4 Some tempted, weak, and trembling saint
  Before thee now may be;
  Let not his hopes or wishes faint;
  His springs are all in thee.

5 The poor supply, the wounded heal,
  Let sinners such as we,
  Salvation’s blessings taste and feel;
  Our springs are all in thee.

6 When we arrive at Zion’s hill,
  And all thy glory see,
  Our joyful songs shall echo still,
  Our springs are all in thee.