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.

Come to the liv­ing waters, come!
Sinners, obey your mak­er’s call;
Return, ye wea­ry wan­der­ers, home,
And find My grace is free for all.

See from the rock a fount­ain rise!
For you in 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.

Why seek ye that which is not bread,
Nor can your hun­gry souls sus­tain?
On ash­es, husks, and air ye feed;
Ye spend your lit­tle all in vain.

In search of emp­ty joys be­low,
Ye toil with un­avail­ing strife,
Whither, ah! whi­ther would ye go?
I have the words of end­less life.

Hearken to Me with ear­nest care,
And free­ly eat sub­stan­tial food,
The sweet­ness of My mer­cy share,
And taste that I alone am good.

I bid you all My good­ness prove,
My pro­mis­es for all are free,
Come taste the man­na of My love,
And let your souls de­light in Me.

Your will­ing heart and ear in­cline,
My words be­liev­ing­ly re­ceive;
Quickened, your souls, by faith di­vine,
An ev­er­last­ing life shall live.