985    112th     J. Cennick
“Ho, every one that thirsteth.” Isa. 55. 1

1 Ho, ye despairing sinners, hear,
  Ye thirsty, sin-sick souls, draw near;
  Here’s water, whose all-powerful stream
  Shall quench your thirst and wash you clean,
  Its healing power has always wrought
  Beyond the reach of human thought.

2 Bethesda’s pool is not like this,
  Nor heals nor cures such leprosies;
  Nor Siloam’s streams, nor Jordan’s flood,
  Could to my heart seem half so good;
  ’Tis Jesus’ blood, that crimson sea,
  That washes guilt and filth away.

3 To this dear Fountain I’d repair,
  With all the wounds and pains I bear;
  I’d keep my station near its side,
  And wash, and drink, and there abide;
  Nor from the sacred streams remove,
  Till taken to their source above.