Ho! ye that thirst, approach the spring
Where living waters flow;
Free to that open fountain all
Without a price may go.

  Without a price may go,
  Without a price may go;
  Free to that open 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.