Ho! ye that thirst, ap­proach the spring
Where liv­ing wa­ters flow:
Free to that sac­red fount­ain all
Without a price may go.

How long to streams of false de­light
Will ye in crowds re­pair?
How long your strength and sub­stance waste
On tri­fles light as air?

My stores af­ford those rich sup­plies
That health and plea­sure give:
Incline your ear, and come to Me;
The soul that hears shall live.

Seek ye the Lord, while yet His ear
Is op­en to your call;
While of­fered mer­cy still is near,
Before His foot­stool fall.

Let sin­ners quit their ev­il ways
Their ev­il thoughts fore­go;
And God, when they to Him re­turn,
Returning grace will show.

He par­dons with o’er­flow­ing love;
For, hear the voice di­vine!
“My na­ture is not like to yours,
Nor like your ways are Mine:

But far as hea­ven’s re­splen­dent orbs
Beyond earth’s spot ex­tend,
As far My thoughts, as far My ways,
Your ways and thoughts tran­scend.