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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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