Many weary years I vainly sought a spring

Many weary years I vainly sought a spring

One that never would run dry;

Unavailing all that earth to me could bring

Nothing seemed to satisfy.

Drinking at the Fountain that never runs dry

Drinking at the Fountain of life am I;

Finding joy and pleasure

In abounding measure

I am drinking at the Fountain of life.

Through the desert land of sin I roam no more

For I find a living Spring

And my cup of gladness now is running o’er

Jesus is my Lord and King.

Here is sweet contentment as the days go by

Here is holy peace and rest;

Here is consolation as the moments fly

Here my heart is always blest.

Here I find a never ending

sure supply

While the endless ages roll;

To this healing Fountain I would ever fly

There to bathe my weary soul.