Chapter III

First in my tears I washed me,--
They could not make me clean:
A fountain then He showed me,
Strange until then unseen!
So close I'd lived beside it
For many weary years,
Yet passing by the fountain
Had bathed me in my tears.
Oh, love, oh, grace, that showed it!
Revealed its cleansing power!
How could I choose but hasten
To meet Him from that hour.