Hark! The gospel news is sounding,

Christ has suffer’d on the tree;

Streams of mercy are abounding,

Grace for all is rich and tree;

Now poor sinner,

Come to him who died for thee.

Oh! escape to yonder mountain,

Refuge find in Him today;

Christ invites you to the fountain,

Come and wash your sins away;

Do not tarry;

Come to Jesus today.

Grace is flowing like a river,

Millions, there have been supplied;

Still it flows as fresh as ever,

From the Saviour’s wounded side;

None need perish,

All may live, for Christ hath died.

Christ alone shall be our portion;

Soon we hope to meet above;

Then we’ll bathe in the full ocean;

Of the great Redeemer’s love;

All His fullness,

We shall then forever prove.