By A Collection of Hymns

      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.