L.M. Isaiah lv. 1 - 3. 1 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.
2 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.
3 See from the Rock a fountain rise! For you in healing streams it rolls; Money ye need not bring, nor price, Ye labouring, burdened, sin-sick souls.
4 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.
5 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.
6 In search of empty joys below, Ye toil with unavailing strife; Whither, ah! whither would ye go? I have the words of endless life.
7 Hearken to me with earnest care, And freely eat substantial food, The sweetness of my mercy share, And taste that I alone am good.
8 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.
9 Your willing ear and heart incline, My words believingly receive; Quickened your souls by faith divine An everlasting life shall live.
