O ye thirsty ones that languish
On life’s drifting sand!
’Tis the Savior bending o’er you,
Reaching out His toil-worn hand.
Why will ye wander,
Far away from home?
To the loving arms of mercy
Whosoever will may come.
From the river gently flowing
Drink a full supply;
Free to all its blessèd waters,
Wherefore will ye faint and die?
O, the bliss of life eternal
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Come to Jesus, and believing,
Enter thro’ the gate of prayer.
Lo, the summer days are ending,
They will soon be o’er;
While the Spirit still is pleading,
Grieve your dearest friend no more.