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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.