986    C.M.     D. Herbert
“And let him that is athirst come.” Rev. 22. 17

1 Ho, poor distressèd, thirsty soul,
  The fountain is just by,
  Whose waters run both full and free;
  Come, drink, and never die.

2 O come, poor helpless thirsty soul,
  The call is made to you;
  That God who made you feel your thirst
  Will prove his promise true.

3 O ye who long to feel and see
  Your interest in his blood,
  This thing is proved beyond a doubt,
  Because you thirst for God.

4 There’s not a sinner out of hell,
  The vilest of the base,
  If he is made to trust in Christ,
  Who shall not see his face.