Have you heard of Calvary's fountain,
Where the living waters flow,
And where sins, tho' red like crimson,
May be washed as white as snow?
Where the heart, when sick and weary,
Fainting, drooping by the way,
At this fount may ever linger,
Till the darkness turns to day?
Where the soul, sinscarred and sadden'd
By the tempests of this life,
May by faith and trust in Jesus,
Wash and free itself from strife?

We will tarry at the fountain,
Where the living water flows;
We will tarry at the fountain,
There to dwell in sweet repose
We will tarry at the fountain,
We will tarry at the fountain, tarry at the fountain,
We will tarry at the fountain.