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.
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.
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.
Whoever will, may drink and live;
New life the healing draught inspires;
From those who nothing have to give,
The royal bounty naught requires.
All over Canaan’s godly land,
Where saints enjoy such sweet repose;
’Mid pastures green on every hand,
King David’s royal fountain flows.