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Many weary years I vainly sought a spring, One that never would run dry; Unavailing all that earth to me could bring, Nothing seemed to satisfy. |
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Drinking at the Fountain that never runs dry, Drinking at the Fountain of life am I; Finding joy and pleasure In abounding measure I am drinking at the Fountain of life. |
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Through the desert land of sin I roam no more, For I find a living Spring, And my cup of gladness now is running o'er, Jesus is my Lord and King. |
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Drinking at the Fountain that never runs dry, Drinking at the Fountain of life am I; Finding joy and pleasure In abounding measure I am drinking at the Fountain of life. |
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Here is sweet contentment as the days go by, Here is holy peace and rest; Here is consolation as the moments fly, Here my heart is always blest. |
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Drinking at the Fountain that never runs dry, Drinking at the Fountain of life am I; Finding joy and pleasure In abounding measure I am drinking at the Fountain of life. |
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Here I find a never ending, sure supply, While the endless ages roll; To this healing Fountain I would ever fly, There to bathe my weary soul. |
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Drinking at the Fountain that never runs dry, Drinking at the Fountain of life am I; Finding joy and pleasure In abounding measure I am drinking at the Fountain of life. |