1. Sometimes a mountain where fresh
breezes blow;
Then comes a valley that brings
me so low.
Troubles and trials, no hope can
I see;
Is there no refuge for me?
2. There is a fountain that flows
crimson red;
Down from that mountain where His
blood was shed.
Into each heart that is opened to
Him;
Come to this fountain, my friend.
Chorus: Come to the waters, they're
flowing for you;
Come to the Savior Who's waiting
there too.
His yoke is easy, His love is so
true;
Come to the Fountain, He's waiting
for you.
Chorus: Come to the waters, they're
flowing for you;
Come to the Savior Who's waiting
there too.
His yoke is easy, His love is so
true;
Come to the Fountain, He's waiting
for you.
Come to the Fountain, He's waiting
for you.
Words by Larry A. Hamblen. Music
by Jerry D. Hamblen.
Copyright 2007. Hamblen & Hamblen
Music.
All Rights Reserved. CCLI #:
5047204.