1 There’s a fountain free,
That avails for me,
And for ev’ry soul, in its need and guilt;
‘Tis the healing flood,
Of the precious blood,
That on Calvary was spilt.

Refrain:
Hallelujah, endless praises,
For the healing fountain’s crimson tide;
Hallelujah, endless praises,
To Christ the crucified.

2 Thro’ the ages long,
In a countless throng,
Have the sin stained souls in their need come nigh,
Yet that crimson tide,
From the wounded side,
Yet avails to purity. [Refrain]

3 There is cleansing pow’r,
There is help each hour,
For the heavy-laden, yet trusting soul,
Sin-sick one, today,
Will you make your way,
To this fount, and be made whole? [Refrain]