The Fountain (Robinson)

There is a fount­ain flow­ing free

With bright and crim­son sheen;

’Twas op­ened in King Da­vid’s time

To make the sin­ner clean.

This fount­ain op­ened in Da­vid’s time

Still flows with grace di­vine;

And who­so­ev­er will en­ter in

Shall be saved and cleansed from sin.

On Cal­va­ry’s brow the Sav­ior bled

For you

His life He gave;

He bore the sins of all the world

And from all sins doth save.

Come

sin­ner

come

your sins con­fess

And let this fount­ain roll;

With cleans­ing pow­er the crim­son tide

Will wash and make you whole.

I come

O Lord

with con­trite heart

I all my sins for­sake;

I plead Thy pro­mise

trust Thy Word

I now my Sav­ior take.