How Free the Fountain Flows

How free the fount­ain flows

Of end­less life and joy!

That spring

which no con­fine­ment knows

Whose wa­ters nev­er cloy!

How sweet the ac­cents sound

From the Re­deem­er’s tongue!

“Assemble

all ye na­tions round

In one obe­di­ent throng.

“The Spir­it bears the call

To all the dist­ant lands;

The Church

the bride

re­flects it back

While Je­sus wait­ing stands.

“Ho

ev­ery thirs­ty soul

Approach the sac­red spring;

Drink

and your faint­ing spir­its cheer

Renew the draught

and sing.

Let all that will

ap­proach;

The water free­ly take;

Free from Mine op­en­ing heart it flows

Your rag­ing thirst to slake.

With thank­ful hearts we come

To taste the of­fered grace;

And call on all that hear to join

The trial

and the praise.