1044    7s     J. Kent
“With joy shall ye draw water....” Isa. 12. 3

1 Water from salvation’s wells,
  Thirsty sinner, come and draw;
  Grace in Jesus’ fulness dwells,
  More than men or angels know.

2 ’Twas in God, the fount supreme,
  Till the day that Adam fell;
  Then the first all-healing stream
  Watered Eden’s garden well.

3 Far and wide the cleansing flood
  O’er the sin-cursed garden ran;
  Preaching peace by Jesus’ blood –
  Blissful sound to rebel man.

4 Thousands now around the throne
  Water from this fountain drew;
  Felt their griefs and sorrows gone;
  Hymned his praise; and why not you?

5 Bring no money, price, or aught,
  No good deeds, nor pleasing frames,
  Mercy never can be bought;
  Grace is free; and all’s the Lamb’s.