See where the liv­ing wa­ters glide,
From Da­vid’s house they sweet­ly flow;
Who wash­es in the cleans­ing tide,
Is whit­er than the driv­en snow.

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Then come to the roy­al fount­ain,
Ever in its stream abide;
Come to the roy­al fount­ain,
Opened in the Sav­ior’s side.

It flows an ev­er run­ning stream,
Pure as the fount­ain of His grace,
Who died that He might thus re­deem
The fall­en sons of Ad­am’s race.

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Down through the ag­es flow­ing wide,
Its vir­tue is to­day the same,
As when from out His pierc­èd side,
The min­gled tide of be­ing came.

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Whoever will, may drink and live;
New life the heal­ing draught in­spires;
From those who no­thing have to give,
The roy­al boun­ty naught re­quires.

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All ov­er Ca­naan’s good­ly land,
Where saints enjoy such sweet re­pose;
’Mid pas­tures green on ev­ery hand,
King Da­vid’s roy­al fount­ain flows.

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