1 Come to Calvary's holy mountain,
Sinners ruin'd by the fall,
Here a pure and healing fountain
Flows to cleanse the guilty soul,
In a full, perpetual tide,
Open'd when our Saviour died,
Open'd when the Saviour died.

2 Come in sorrow and contrition,
Wounded, impotent, and blind;
Here the guilty seek remission,
Here the lost a refuge find;
Health this fountain will restore,
He that drinks shall thirst no more.

3 Come, ye dying, live for ever;
'Tis a soul-reviving flood:
God is faithful, he will never
Break his covenant, seal'd in blood,
Signed, when our Redeemer died,
Sealed when he was glorified.