Hymn 166

O Come, ye thirsty Souls, and drink;
O Come, do not delay!
Is it not time, can any think,
With speed to come away?

O precious Grace and Love divine,
Lord, we adore thee do,
And praise that holy Name of thine
From whence these Waters flow.

Waters of Life, how sweet are they
To him that thirsteth sore!
O he esteemeth them each day,
And loves them more and more.

They who of them do drink shall live,
Yea, and shall never die;
And all that come, may them receive,
Thou wilt not one deny.

They heal the sick and wounded heart
And give sight to the blind;
There's none shall ever be undone
Who do these Waters find.

All praise and glory unto God
We have these Waters store;
Let's drink of them and let us live,
And praise thee evermore.