Ho! Ye That Thirst, Approach the Spring

Ho! ye that thirst

ap­proach the spring

Where liv­ing wa­ters flow:

Free to that sac­red fount­ain all

Without a price may go.

How long to streams of false de­light

Will ye in crowds re­pair?

How long your strength and sub­stance waste

On tri­fles light as air?

My stores af­ford those rich sup­plies

That health and plea­sure give:

Incline your ear

and come to Me;

The soul that hears shall live.

Seek ye the Lord

while yet His ear

Is op­en to your call;

While of­fered mer­cy still is near

Before His foot­stool fall.

Let sin­ners quit their ev­il ways

Their ev­il thoughts fore­go;

And God

when they to Him re­turn

Returning grace will show.

He par­dons with o’er­flow­ing love;

For

hear the voice di­vine!

“My na­ture is not like to yours

Nor like your ways are Mine:

But far as heav­en’s re­splen­dent orbs

Beyond earth’s spot ex­tend

As far My thoughts

as far My ways

Your ways and thoughts tran­scend.