Why not of that living fountain
Flowing from the heart of God,
Should the thirsty sinner, tasting,
Drink, and leave sin’s heavy load?
Rise, poor heart! The fountain’s open;
Christ hath died upon the tree;
All the powers of hell are shaken,
Grace flows down from God to thee.
God Himself the source, the fountain,
Christ the way the waters flow,
By the Spirit, down from heaven,
To the thirsty heart below.
Now’s the time, the time accepted,
Now to thee God’s light hath shone;
Christ, God’s love hath manifested;
He the finished work hath done.
Rise, poor heart! The river’s flowing,
Haste, delay not! Yet there’s room!
Hear! oh hear the kind beseeching
“Whosoever thirsts may come.”