1 Come to Calvary's holy mountain
sinners ruined 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, impotent, and blind;
Here the guilty, free remission,
Here the lost a refuge find.
Health this fountain will restore;
He that drinks shall thirst no more.

3 Come, ye dying, live forever,
'Tis a soul-reviving flood;
God is faithful; He will never
Break this covenant sealed in blood;
Signed when our Redeemer died,
Sealed when He was glorified.