The Spir­it in our hearts
Is whis­per­ing, Sin­ner, come;
The bride, the Church of Christ, pro­claims
To all His child­ren, Come.

To him that hear­eth say
To all about him, Come;
To him that thirsts for right­eous­ness
To Christ the fount­ain come.

Yes, who­so­ev­er will
O let him free­ly come,
And free­ly drink the stream of life;
’Tis Je­sus bids him come.

Lo, Je­sus who in­vites,
Declares, I quick­ly come.
Lord, ev­en so; I wait Thy hour:
Jesus, my Sav­ior, come.