Ho! ye that thirst, approach the spring Where living waters flow: Free to that sacred fountain all Without a price may go. How long to streams of false delights Will ye in crowds repair? How long your strength and substance waste On trifles light as air? My stores afford those rich supplies That health and pleasure give: Incline your ear, and come to me; The soul that hears shall live. With you a cov'nant I will make, That ever shall endure; The hope which gladdened David's heart My mercy hath made sure. Seek ye the Lord while yet his ear Is open to your call; While offered mercy still is near, Before his footstool fall. Let sinners quit their evil ways, Their evil tho'ts forgo, And God, when they to him return, Returning grace will show. With joy and peace shall then be led The glad converted lands; The lofty mountains then shall sing, The forests clap their hands. Where briers grew 'midst barren wilds, Shall firs and myrtles spring; And nature, through its utmost bounds, Eternal praises sing.