CCLXXI. Ministers comforted, that they may comfort others.

FOUNTAIN of Comfort and of Love,
Thy Streams, how free they flow!
First water all the World above,
Then visit us below!

From Christ, the Head, what Grace descends
To cherish ev'ry Part!
He shares his Joys with all his Friends,
For all have shar'd his Heart.

What tho' the Sorrows here they feel
Are manifold and great?
He brings new Consolations still,
As various, and as sweet.

He shews our num'rous Sins forgiv'n,
And shews our Cov'nant-GOD;
He witnesseth our Right to Heav'n,
The Purchase of his Blood.

Tho' Earth and Hell against us join,
In Him we are secure;
Our Diadems shall brighter shine
For all we now endure.

On ev'ry faithful Shepherd's Breast,
LORD, send these Comforts down;
That they may lead thy Flock to Rest,
Which their own Souls have known.