The one thing that the poor, strengthless sinner has to fix his mind upon and firmly retain as his one ground of hope is the divine assurance that, in due time, Christ died for the ungodly. Charles Spurgeon. Oh Christ, he is the fountain, the deep sweet well of life. It's living streams I've tasted which save from grief and strife. And to an ocean fullness, his mercy doth expand. His grace is all sufficient as by his wisdom planned. Oh, I am my beloved's and my beloved's mine. He brings a poor vile sinner into his house of wine. I stand upon his merit. I know no other stand. I am hidden in his presence and held by his own hand. Anne Cousin.