The Fountain

In various schemes my early days I spent, To win that bliss, by mortals nam'd CONTENT: But ev'ry step I took successful prov'd To reach the unknown something which I lov'd. Youth, health, and friends, and pleasures, all were vain: My heart still ach'd for what I could not gain. I climb'd, and climb'd: but still the precious fruit, So much desired, eluded all permit. At last, heav'n led my steps to CALV'RV'S mount, On whose high top I saw a wond'rous Fount. To ev'ry comer, it free welcome gave, To drink, if thirsty; or, if faint, to lave. I drank—then plung'd—and found, in Jesu's blood, The wish'd for pearl, CONTENT, and ev'ry good.