Come, ye who thirst, come to the waters and buy
Without money. Come ye and eat to satisfy.
Eat that which is good, let thy soul delight
In the mercies of the Father, on past the night.

Come, ye who thirst, of the living waters, drink.
Let thy soul be satisfied, incline thine ear and think.
Come unto me, all ye that are heavy laden, rest ye, and live.
Come, ye meek, learn from me, a light burden I will give.

Trust in the Lord with all thy heart, not thine own understanding.
Acknowledge Him in all ways, be in good standing.
He will be your Father, you His son, marrow be in thy bone.
Honor thy Father with the first substance, be His own.

Come to Him whilst ye may, lest there come unto ye a day
Of reckoning with the Master, and we art but built of clay.
So shall my word that goes out of my mouth, profitable be.
It shall accomplish all, not come back void, you see.

If thy ways are wicked, from them, turn thy face away.
Draw out thy soul to the hungry, feed someone today.
Satisfy thy soul in drought, thy darkness shall be as noon day.
Trust I the Father and thy soul shall not go hungry today.

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