Come, pure hearts, in sweet­est mea­sure,
Sing of those who spread the trea­sure
In the ho­ly Gos­pels shrined;
Blessèd tid­ings of sal­va­tion,
Peace on earth their pro­cla­ma­tion,
Love from God to lost man­kind.

See the ri­vers four that glad­den,
With their streams, the bet­ter Ed­en
Planted by our Lord most dear;
Christ the Fount­ain, these the wa­ters;
Drink, O Zi­on’s sons and daugh­ters,
Drink, and find sal­va­tion here.

Here our souls, by Je­sus sat­ed,
More and more shall be trans­lat­ed
Earth’s temp­ta­tions far above;
Freed from sin’s ab­horred do­min­ion,
Soaring on an an­gel pin­ion,
They shall reach the source of love.

Then shall thanks and praise as­cend­ing
For Thy mer­cies with­out end­ing
Rise to Thee, O Sav­ior blest,
With Thy gra­cious aid de­fend us,
Let Thy guid­ing light at­tend us,
Bring us to Thy place of rest.

O that we, thy truth con­fess­ing,
And Thy ho­ly Word pos­sess­ing,
Jesus, may Thy love ad­ore;
Unto Thee our voic­es rais­ing,
Thee with all Thy ran­somed prais­ing,
Ever and for­ev­er­more.