Grace, Like A Fountain, Ever Flows—Don Fortner
(Tune: #497—When I Can Read My Title Clear—CMD)
Grace, like a fountain, ever flows fresh from God’s throne above.
My Father all my weakness knows, and keeps me in His love.
Though stormy seas I must endure, which may disturb my peace,
I’m anchored firm (Safe and secure!) upon the Rock of grace!
Though I am weak and foes abound, in this dark wilderness,
My soul my God encamps around and keeps me by His grace!
My steps He orders in His ways, when troubles line the road,
Here I my Ebenezer raise, and trust my gracious God.