Classic Poem

To-day the living streams of grace
Flow to refresh the thirsty soul:
Pardon and life and boundless bliss
In plenteous rivers round us roll.

Ho! ye that pine away and die,
Come, and your raging thirst allay:
Come all that will, here's rich supply;
A fountain that shall ne'er decay.

" Come ALL, " the blessed Jesus cries,
" Freely my blessings I will give. "
The spirit echoes back the voice,
And bids us freely drink and live.

The saints below, that do but taste,
And saints above, who drink at will,
Cry jointly, " Thirsty sinners! haste,
" And drink, the spring's exhaustless still. "

Let all that hear the joyful sound,
To spread it thro' the world unite;
From house to house proclaim it round,
Each man his fellow-man invite.

Like thirsty flocks, come let us go;
Come every colour, every age:
And while the living waters flow,
Let all their parching thirst assuage.