Ho! Every One That Thirsts, Draw Nigh

Ho! ev­ery one that thirsts

draw nigh:

’Tis God in­vites the fall­en race:

Mercy and free sal­va­tion buy;

Buy wine

and milk

and Gos­pel grace.

Come to the liv­ing wa­ters

come!

Sinners

ob­ey your mak­er’s call;

Return

ye wea­ry wan­der­ers

home

And find My grace is free for all.

See from the rock a fount­ain rise!

For you in heal­ing streams it rolls;

Money ye need not bring

nor price

Ye la­bor­ing

bur­dened

sin-sick souls.

Nothing ye in ex­change shall give;

Leave all you have and are be­hind;

Frankly the gift of God re­ceive;

Pardon and peace in Je­sus find.

Why seek ye that which is not bread

Nor can your hun­gry souls sus­tain?

On ash­es

husks

and air ye feed;

Ye spend your lit­tle all in vain.

In search of emp­ty joys be­low

Ye toil with un­avail­ing strife

Whither

ah! whi­ther would ye go?

I have the words of end­less life.

Hearken to Me with ear­nest care

And free­ly eat sub­stan­tial food

The sweet­ness of My mer­cy share

And taste that I alone am good.

I bid you all My good­ness prove

My pro­mis­es for all are free

Come taste the man­na of My love

And let your souls de­light in Me.

Your will­ing heart and ear in­cline

My words be­liev­ing­ly re­ceive;

Quickened

your souls

by faith di­vine

An ev­er­last­ing life shall live.