And find his grace is free for all.
2See from the rock a fountain rise;
For you in healing streams it rolls;
Money ye need not bring, nor price,
Ye weary, heavy-laden souls.
3In search of empty joys below,
Why toil with unavailing strife?
Whither, ah! whither would ye go?
Christ hath the words of endless life.
4Your willing ears and hearts incline,