The Cleansing Fountain

Behold a fount­ain deep and wide

Behold its on­ward flow;

’Twas op­ened in the Sav­ior’s side

And cleans­eth white as snow

And cleans­eth white as snow!

Come to this fount­ain!

’Tis flow­ing to­day;

And all who will may free­ly come

And wash their sins away.

From Cal­va­ry’s cross

where Je­sus died

In sor­row

pain

and woe;

Burst forth the won­drous crim­son tide

That cleans­eth white as snow

That cleans­eth white as snow!

Oh

may we all the heal­ing pow­er

Of that blest fount­ain know!

Trust on­ly in the pre­cious blood

That cleans­eth white as snow

That cleans­eth white as snow!

And when at last the mes­sage comes

And we are called to go

Our trust shall still be in the blood

That cleans­eth white as snow

That cleans­eth white as snow!