Classic Poem

The Spirit and the bride say, “Come!”
And take the water of life!
Oh, blessed call!
Good news to all
Who tire of sin and strife.
Let ev'ry one who hears, say, “Come!”
And joyful witness give;
I heard the sound,
The stream I found,
I drank, and now I live!
Ye souls who are athirst, forsake
Your broken cisterns first;
Then come, partake,
One draught will slake
Your soul's consuming thirst
Yea, whosoever will, may come,
Your longings Christ can fill;
The stream is free
To you and me,
And whosoever will.

The Spirit says, “Come!”
The bride . . says, “Come!”
And take … of the water of life . . . . . freely.
The Spirit says, “Come!”
The bride . . says, “Come!”
And take: of the water of life . . . . . freely.
The Spirit and the bride say, “Come!”
The Spirit and the bride say, “Come!”
And take the water of life, of life,
The water of life … freely.
The Spirit and the bride say, “Come!”
The Spirit and the bride say, “Come!”
And take the water of life, of life,
The water of life … freely.