1 Drooping souls, no longer grieve,
Heaven is propitious;
If on Christ you do believe,
You will find him precious.
Jesus now is passing by,
Calling mourners to him;
He has died that you and I
Now look up and view him.

2 From his hands, his feet, his side,
Flows a healing fountain;
See the consolation tide,
Boundless as the ocean.
See the living waters move,
For the sick and dying;
Now resolve to gain his love,
Or to perish trying.

3 Streaming mercy, how it flows,
Now I know, I feel it;
Half has never yet been told,
Yet I want to tell it.
Jesus’ blood has healed my wound,
Oh the wondrous story!
I was lost, but now am found,
Glory! glory! glory!