A Fountain Flowing for Me

There’s a fount­ain for the cleans­ing of the soul

Where the wick­ed wash away their sin and shame;

Where the heart can be for ev­er­more made whole

And lose all its guil­ty stains.

There’s a fount­ain flow­ing for me;

There’s a fount­ain flow­ing so free;

’Tis the pre­cious blood of Jesus

Which was shed on Calvary;

There’s a fount­ain flow­ing for me.

For the heal­ing of the na­tions is its flow;

Come

ye mill­ions

plunge in­to the crim­son tide;

O the pre­cious blood will cleanse you as you go

And you will be sa­tis­fied.

While the fount­ain’s stand­ing op­en

heed the cry

Whosoever will may come in­to the flood;

Plunge

O plunge in­to the fount­ain ere you die

For ’tis filled with Je­sus’ blood.