I
Not to Sinai’s dreadful blaze,
But to Zion’s throne of grace,
By a way mark’d out with blood,
Sinners now approach to God.
II
Not to hear the fiery law,
But with humble joy to draw
Water, by that well supplied
Jesus open’d when he died.
III
Lord, there are no streams but thine
Can assuage a thirst like mine;
’Tis a thirst thyself didst give,
Let me therefore drink and live.