I was reading a devotion this morning and this old 18th century hymn was in it. I found it very good, so I thought I would share it. Try not to read it too fast, but enjoy the passion, power, and the plea in it.
The Saviour calls-let every fear
Attend the heavenly Sound;
Ye doubting Souls,
dismiss your Fear,
Hope smiles reviling round.
For every thirsty, longing Heart,
Here Streams of Bounty Flow,
And Life, and Health,
and Bliss impart,
To banish mortal Woe.
Here, Springs of sacred Pleasure rise
To ease your every Pain
(Immortal Fountain! full supplies!)
Nor shall you thirst in vain.
Ye sinners come, ’tis Mercy’s Voice,
The gracious call obey;
Mercy invites to heavenly Joys,-
and can you yet delay?
Dear Saviour, draw reluctant Hearts,
To Thee let Sinners fly;
And take the Bliss Thy Love imparts,
And drink, and never die.
By Anne Steele (1717-1778)