1 Come to Calv'ry's holy mountain,
Sinners, ruin'd by the fall;
Here a pure and healing fountain
Flows to you, to me, to all,
In a full, perpetual tide,
Opened when our Savior died.

2 Come, in sorrow and contrition,
Wounded, helpless, poor and blind;
Here the guilty free remission,
Here the troubled peace may find;
Health this fountain will restore;
He that drinks shall thirst no more.

3 He that drinks shall live forever;
'Tis a soul-renewing flood;
God is faithful; God will never
Break the cov'nant of His blood,
Signed when our Redeemer died,
Sealed when He was glorified.