The Spirit, in our hearts,

Is whisp’ring, “Sinner, come;"

The bride, the Church of Christ, proclaims

To all his children, "Come!”

Let him that heareth say

To all about him, “Come!"

Let him that thirsts for righteousness,

To Christ, the fountain, come!

Yea, whosoever will,

O let him freely come,

And freely drink the stream of life;

'Tis Jesus bids him come.

Lo! Jesus, who invites,

Declares, “I quickly come;"

Lord, even so! we wait thine hour;

O blest Redeemer, come!