Waiting for Me (Hendricks)

I came to the fount­ain that cleans­eth from sin

The life-giv­ing fount­ain where mill­ions have been;

I came in my weak­ness

o’er­bur­dened with care

To find my Re­deem­er and Sav­ior was there.

Waiting for me

wait­ing for me

Jesus

my Sav­ior

is wait­ing for me;

Still at the fount

oft would I be

Where Je­sus

my Sav­ior

Is wait­ing for me.

He saw me ap­proach­ing

and ten­der­ly said—

To pur­chase thy ran­som

My blood I have shed;

And if thou art will­ing just now to be­lieve

The light of My Spir­it thy soul shall re­ceive.

I flew to His mer­cy

O joy­ful sur­prise!

For lo

my Re­deem­er had op­ened mine eyes;

I flew to the re­fuge no oth­er could give

And faith­ful­ly pro­mised for Je­sus to live.

And now in His pre­sence I walk with de­light

And feel His pro­tect­ion by day and by night;

I think of the fount­ain so pre­cious and free

Where Je­sus

my Sav­ior

was wait­ing for me.