A fountain of infectious blood

Verse 1
A fountain of infectious blood
Hath made my heart and life unclean:
Most loathsom in the sight of God
The dire concupiscence within,
The filthiness of lust and pride,
Of flesh and spirit I bemoan;
And having all physicians tried,
Confess, I can be heal’d by none.

Verse 2
A length of years in sin and pain
Have I not rather died than liv’d?
Yet no relief from means, or men,
Sufferings, or works, have I receiv’d:
My strength is spent, my life is gone,
The last faint spark of hope and grace,
And sunk in deep despair, I own
I am all sin and wickedness.

Hymnal/Album: Originally titled: “‘And had suffered many things of many physicians, and had spent all that she had, and was nothing better, but rather grew worse.’—[Mark 5,] v. 26.” This hymn appears in the 1766 manuscript “MS Mark.” This manuscript is part of the collection of the Methodist Archive and Research Centre in The John Rylands Library, The University of Manchester (accession number MA 1977/574, Charles Wesley Notebooks Box 3). Accessed through the website of The Center for Studies in the Wesleyan Tradition, Duke Divinity School. Published in The Poetical Works of John and Charles Wesley, Collected and Arranged by G. Osborn, Vol. 10 (London: Wesleyan-Methodist Conference Office, 1870), page 485.
Publishing: Public Domain