The Royal Fountain

See where the liv­ing wa­ters glide

From Da­vid’s house they sweet­ly flow;

Who wash­es in the cleans­ing tide

Is whit­er than the driv­en snow.

Then come to the roy­al fount­ain

Ever in its stream ab­ide;

Come to the roy­al fount­ain

Opened in the Sav­ior’s side.

It flows an ev­er run­ning stream

Pure as the fount­ain of His grace

Who died that He might thus re­deem

The fall­en sons of Ad­am’s race.

Down through the ag­es flow­ing wide

Its vir­tue is to­day the same

As when from out His pierc­èd side

The min­gled tide of be­ing came.

Whoever will

may drink and live;

New life the heal­ing draught in­spires;

From those who no­thing have to give

The roy­al boun­ty naught re­quires.

All ov­er Ca­naan’s good­ly land

Where saints en­joy such sweet re­pose;

’Mid pas­tures green on ev­ery hand

King Da­vid’s roy­al fount­ain flows.