Drink, my thirsty soul, of waters
Jesus Christ your Lord supplies.
Taste the life blood freely flowing
As upon a cross he dies.
Seek the Lord while you may find him;
Call on him and you will live.
By his death, your God has spoken.
By his death, he will forgive.
Why then would you vainly labor
In what cannot satisfy?
Jesus Christ has bought your pardon:
Solely on his work rely.
And the hills will break forth singing
Midst the clapping hands of trees
For my Jesus heals the wounded
And the captive soul he frees.
Drink no more of earthly waters
Drawn from fountains made by men.
God supplies you living waters-
Drink, and never thirst again.