Words: Mary B. Slade
Music: Asa B. Everett
There’s a fountain free, ’tis for you and me:
Let us haste, O haste to its brink;
’Tis the fount of love from the Source above,
And He bids us all freely drink.
There’s a living stream, with a crystal gleam:
From the throne of life now it flows;
While the waters roll let the weary soul
Hear the call that forth freely goes.
There’s a rock that’s cleft and no soul is left,
That may not its pure waters share;
’Tis for you and me, and its stream I see:
Let us hasten joyfully there.
Will you come to the fountain free?
Will you come? ’tis for you and me;
Thirsty soul hear the welcome call:
’Tis a fountain opened for all.