The Royal, Crimson Fountain

1 From the heights of Calv’ry’s mountain,
O’er the earth extending wide,
Flows a royal, crimson fountain,
Opened in the Saviour’s side.
He who, on his name believing,
Plunges deep beneath the flow,
Life, eternal life, receiving,
Rises washed as white as snow.

Refrain:
O the blood, the precious blood,
I have plunged beneath the flow;
In the royal, crimson fountain
I’ve been washed as white as snow.

2 O the crimson fount is flowing
For the soul all stained with sin,
Pure and spotless hearts bestowing
Unto all who enter in;
For so wondrous is its power,
That, tho’ scarlet be your stains,
When you plunge, that self same hour,
Not one blot of sin remains. [Refrain]

3 In the current of this fountain,
So exhaustless, wide and free,
When I found my sins forgiven,
O what joy there came to me!
For I felt an arm beneath me,
And I heard a voice divine,
Saying, “Fear not: I am with thee;
I’ve redeemed thee, thou art mine.” [Refrain]

Source: New Songs of the Gospel No. 2: for use in religious meetings #59

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