Broken heart, the fountain’s open,
Christ hath died upon the tree;
All the pow’rs of hell are shaken;
Grace flows down from God to thee.

God Himself the Source the Fountain,
Christ the Way the waters flow,
By the Spirit, down from heaven
To the thirsty heart below!

Now’s the time the time accepted;
Now to thee God’s Light hath shone;
Christ God’s love hath manifested,
He the finished work hath done.

By one righteousness completed,
Adam’s life receives its doom;
Jesus Christ, in glory seated,
Everlasting life hath won.

Broken heart, the river’s flowing
Haste! delay not! yet there’s room:
Hear the word of God beseeching
“Whosoever thirsts may come!”