Ye thirs­ty for God, to Je­sus give ear,
And take, through His blood,
The pow­er to draw near;
His kind in­vi­ta­tion, ye sin­ners, em­brace,
The sense of sal­va­tion, ac­cept­ing by grace.

Sent down from above, who go­verns the skies,
In ve­he­ment love
To sin­ners He cries,
Drink in­to My Spir­it, who hap­py would be,
And all things in­her­it by com­ing to Me.

O Sav­ior of all, Thy Word we be­lieve,
And come at Thy call,
Thy grace to re­ceive;
The bless­ing is giv­en wher­ev­er Thou art.
The ear­nest of Hea­ven is love in the heart.

To us at Thy feet the Com­fort­er give,
Who gasp to ad­mit
Thy Spir­it, and live;
The weak­est be­liev­ers ac­know­ledge for Thine,
And fill us with ri­vers of wa­ter di­vine.