Ho! every one that thirsts, draw nigh:
’Tis God invites the fallen race:
Mercy and free salvation buy;
Buy wine, and milk, and gospel grace.
In search of empty joys below,
Ye toil with unavailing strife,
Whither, ah! whither would ye go?
I have the words of endless life.
Come to the living waters, come!
Sinners, obey your Maker’s call;
Return, ye weary wanderers, home,
And find His grace is free for all.
See from the rock a fountain rise!
For you a healing streams it rolls;
Money ye need not bring, nor price,
Ye laboring, burdened, sin-sick souls.
Nothing ye in exchange shall give;
Leave all you have and are behind;
Frankly the gift of God receive;
Pardon and peace in Jesus find.
