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.