There a precious fountain,
Free to all—a healing stream,
Flows from Calv’ry’s mountain.
Be my glory ever;
From the cross my ransomed soul
Nothing then shall sever.
Love and mercy found me;
There the Bright and Morning Star
Sheds its beams around me.
Bring its scenes before me;
Help me walk from day to day,
With its shadow o’er me.
Hoping, trusting ever,
Till I see my Savior’s face,
Leave His presence never.