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From the riven rock there floweth
Living water ever clear;
Weary pilgrim, journey onward,
Know you not the Fount is near?
Jesus is the Rock of Ages—
Smitten, stricken, lo! He dies;
From His side a living fountain,
Know you not it satisfies?
“Without money, without merit,”
Jesus calls, “Come unto Me”;
Thirsty traveler, be encouraged,
Know you not the Fount is free?
Jesus is the Rock of Ages—
Smitten, stricken, lo! He dies;
From His side a living fountain,
Know you not it satisfies?
Fainting in the desert, dreary,
Guilty sinner, hark! ’tis He!
’Tis the Savior still entreating,
Know you not He calleth thee?
Jesus is the Rock of Ages—
Smitten, stricken, lo! He dies;
From His side a living fountain,
Know you not it satisfies?
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8 7 8 7 r 8 7 8 7
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1876
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Bible Refs:
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1 Co 10:4;
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GRASMERE
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8 7 8 7 r 8 7 8 7
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