60. At the Fountain

1 A wanderer weary o’er the toilsome way,
I long for fountains pure and sweet,
I seek in the shade of Elim’s cooling palms,
To find a safe and calm retreat.

I would linger, I would linger,
At the fountain pure and cool and sweet,
I would linger, I would linger,
In the love of Christ is rest complete.

2 Oh long have I groaned beneath my load of care,
A pilgrim in a stranger land,
I cried for a friend who would my burden share,
Yet no one reached a helping hand. [Chorus]

3 I called till the sunset in the golden west,
Betokened daylight near its close,
A soft whisper said, “Oh come to Me and rest,
In Me thy soul shall find repose.” [Chorus]

Text Information
First Line: A wanderer weary o'er the toilsome way
Title: At the Fountain
Author: Mrs. L. M. Beal Bateman
Refrain First Line: I would linger, I would linger
Language: English
Publication Date: 1890


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