Come to Calvary’s holy mountain,

Sinners, ruined by the fall!

Here a pure and healing fountain,

Flows to cleanse the guilty soul;

In a full, perpetual tide,

Opened when the Saviour died.

2 Come in sorrow and contrition,

Wounded, impotent, and blind;

Here the guilty find 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 the covenant, sealed in blood;

Signed, when our Redeemer died,

Sealed, when he was crucified.