The Wells of Salvation

Onward

ye pil­grims that jour­ney to Zi­on

Sing and be joy­ful

what­ev­er be­tide;

Trust in Je­ho­vah

your Lord and your shep­herd

All that is needed His love will pro­vide.

Think of the pro­mise

the soul cheer­ing pro­mise

Left to en­cour­age the young and the old

They shall draw wa­ter from wells of sal­va­tion

Beautiful pro­mise

more pre­cious than gold.

Onward

ye wor­kers

that toil in the vine­yard

Bearing the bur­den and heat of the day;

Never grow wea­ry

but la­bor with pa­tience

Heed not the thorns that are strewn in your way.

Ye that are thirs­ty and faint in the de­sert

Come to the wells of sal­va­tion so free;

Drink of their wa­ters

their life giv­ing wa­ters;

Come

there’s a wel­come for you and for me.

You who are near­ing the val­ley and sha­dow

Looking by faith to the bright gold­en shore

Precious to you are the wells of sal­va­tion

Sweeter their wa­ters than ev­er be­fore.