There is a fount­ain op­ened wide,
Whence streams of liv­ing waters flow;
’Twas op­ened when Im­ma­nu­el died,
To cleanse from sin and save from woe.

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Oh, pre­cious fount­ain,
Oh, crim­son fount­ain,
’Tis flow­ing free for you and me;
O come, and drink and live.

The dwell­ers of Je­ru­sa­lem,
The heirs of Da­vid’s roy­al line;
May to this sacr­ed fount­ain come,
And wash away each guil­ty stain.

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Here love, in one per­pe­tu­al stream,
Descends to all of Ad­am’s race;
Let songs im­mor­tal swell the theme,
The won­ders of re­deem­ing grace.

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Let Jew and Gen­tile blend their lays,
As down at Je­sus’ feet they fall;
High raise the song of rap­tur­ous praise,
And crown the Sav­ior Lord of all.

Refrain