The Fountain (Dale)

There is a fount­ain op­ened wide

Whence streams of liv­ing wa­ters flow;

’Twas op­ened when Im­ma­nu­el died

To cleanse from sin and save from woe.

Oh

pre­cious fount­ain

Oh

crim­son fount­ain

’Tis flow­ing free for you and me;

O come

and drink and live.

The dwell­ers of Je­ru­sa­lem

The heirs of Da­vid’s roy­al line;

May to this sacr­ed fount­ain come

And wash away each guil­ty stain.

Here love

in one per­pe­tu­al stream

Descends to all of Ad­am’s race;

Let songs im­mor­tal swell the theme

The won­ders of re­deem­ing grace.

Let Jew and Gen­tile blend their lays

As down at Je­sus’ feet they fall;

High raise the song of rap­tur­ous praise

And crown the Sav­ior Lord of all.