O come to the wa­ters o’er­flow­­ing
With pur­ity, love and de­light,
As crys­tal as truth, and be­stow­ing
Full glo­ry of God for thy sight.
O soul ov­er­weary and sor­rowed,
And thirs­ty at all thou hast found,
For trou­ble and woe thou hast bor­rowed,
O drink of God’s full­ness un­bound.

Rejoice that thy sins in His sav­ing,
In depths all di­vine of His love,
Are lost in for­give­ness, o’er­lay­ing
From fount­ains of love—far ab­ove.
Love’s wa­ters, so deep and eter­nal,
And strong­er than sin, are thine own;
For Gen­tile and Jew ev­er ver­nal,
They flow from be­neath God’s white throne.