Come with thy sins to the fountain, Come with thy burden of grief; Bury them deep in its waters, There thou wilt find a relief. Come as thou art to the fountain, Jesus is waiting for thee; What though thy sins are like crimson, White as the snow they shall be. These are the words of the Savior; They who repent and believe, They who are willing to trust Him, Life at His hand shall receive. Come and be healed at the fountain, List to the peace-speaking voice; Over a sinner returning Now let the angels rejoice. Haste thee away, why wilt thou stay? Risk not thy soul on a moment’s delay; Jesus is waiting to save thee, Mercy is pleading today.