Come to Cal­va­ry’s ho­ly mount­ain,
Sinners, ru­ined by the fall;
Here a pure and heal­ing fount­ain
Flows to you, to me, to all,
In a full, per­pe­tu­al tide,
Opened when our Sav­ior died.

Come in po­ver­ty and mean­ness,
Come de­filed, with­out, with­in;
From in­fect­ion and un­clean­ness,
From the le­pro­sy of sin,
Wash your robes and make them white;
Ye shall walk with God in light.

Come in sor­row and con­tri­tion,
Wounded, im­po­tent, and blind;
Here the guil­ty free re­mis­sion,
Here the trou­bled peace may find.
Health this fount­ain will re­store;
He that drinks shall thirst no more.

He that drinks shall live for­ev­er;
’Tis a soul re­new­ing flood.
God is faith­ful; God will ne­ver
Break His co­ve­nant of blood,
Signed when our Re­deem­er died,
Sealed when He was glo­ri­fied.