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