The Savior calls; let every ear
Attend the heav’nly sound;
Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear,
Hope smiles reviving round.

For every thirsty, longing heart,
Here streams of bounty flow,
And life, and health, and bliss impart
To banish mortal woe.

Here springs of sacred pleasures rise,
To ease your every pain,
(Immortal fountain! full supplies!)
Nor shall you thirst in vain.

Ye sinners, come, ’tis mercy’s voice,
The gracious call obey;
Mercy invites to heav’nly joys—
And can you yet delay?

Dear Savior, draw reluctant hearts,
To Thee let sinners fly,
And take the bliss Thy love imparts,
And drink and never die.