1. ’Twas Jesus, my Saviour, who died on the tree,
To open a fountain for sinners like me;
His blood is that fountain which pardon bestows,
And cleanses the foulest wherever it flows.

2. And when I was willing with all things to part,
He gave me His blessing, His love in my heart;
So now I am joined with the conquering band
Who are marching to glory at Jesus’ command.

3. Tho’ round me the storms of adversity roll,
And the waves of destruction encompass my soul;
In vain this frail vessel the tempest shall toss—
My hope is secure through the blood of the cross.

4. And when with the ransomed, by Jesus, my head,
From fountain to fountain I then shall be led;
I’ll fall at His feet and His mercy adore,
And sing hallelujah to God evermore.

5. Come, sinners, to Jesus! no longer delay,
A full, free salvation He offers today;
Arouse your dark spirits, awake from your dream,
And Christ will support you in coming to Him.