The Smitten Rock

From the riv­en rock there flow­eth

Living wa­ter ev­er clear;

Weary pil­grim

jour­ney on­ward

Know you not the Fount is near?

Jesus is the Rock of Ag­es—

Smitten

strick­en

lo! He dies;

From His side a liv­ing fount­ain

Know you not it sa­tis­fies?

Without mon­ey

with­out mer­it

Jesus calls

Come un­to Me;

Thirsty trav­el­er

be en­cour­aged

Know you not the Fount is free?

Fainting in the des­ert

drea­ry

Guilty sin­ner

hark! ’tis He!

’Tis the Sav­ior still en­treat­ing

Know you not He call­eth thee?