There a precious fountain,
Free to all, a healing stream,
Flows from Calv’ry’s mountain.
In the cross, (x2)
Be my glory ever,
Till my raptured soul shall find
Rest beyond the river.
2. Near the cross, a trembling soul,
Love and mercy found me;
There the bright and morning star
Shed its beams around me.
3. Near the Cross! O Lamb of God,
Bring its scenes before me;
Help me walk from day to day,
With its shadow o’er me
4. Near the cross I’ll watch and wait,
Hoping, trusting ever,
Till I reach the golden strand,
Just beyond the river.
Fanny J. Crosby
RH. 396
