The Saviour's Invitation

The Saviour calls — let ev'ry ear
Attend the heav'nly sound;
Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear,
Hope smiles reviving round.

For ev'ry thirsty, longing heart,
Here streams of bounty flow,
And life, and health, and bliss impart.
To banish mortal woe.

Here, springs of sacred pleasure rise,
To ease your every pain,
(Immortal fountain! full supplies!)
Nor shall you thirst in vain.

Ye sinners, come, 'tis mercy's voice,
The gracious call obey;
Mercy invites to heav'nly joys —
And can you yet delay?

Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts,
To thee let sinners fly,
And take the bliss thy love imparts?
And drink and never die.