Let him who thirsts for heavenly joys,

Let him who thirsts for heavenly joys,
Come unto me, the Saviour cries,
And drink at my spring-head;
Leave all your boasting self behind,
For from the Saviour you shall find
A glorious life indeed.

I come, O Lord, and thirst for thee;
Some living water give to me,
Or I shall faint and die;
All other means my heart has tried,
All other streams are vain beside
What flows from Calvary.

I long to taste the purple flood,
And feel the virtue of thy blood,
And gaze and tarry here;
So shall I sweetly sing and pray,
And serve thee kindly every day,
Without a guilty fear.