Hark! the Gospel news is sounding, Christ has suffer'd on the tree; Streams of mercy are abounding, Grace for all is reach and free. Now, poor sinner, Now, poor sinner, Come to Him who died for thee.

Oh ! escape to yonder mountain, Refuge find in Him today; Christ invites you to the fountain, Come and wash your sins away; Do not tarry, Do not tarry, Come to Jesus while you may.

Grace is flowing like a river, Millions there have been supplied; Still it flows as fresh as ever From the Saviour's wounded side; No need perish, No need perish, All may live, for Christ hath died.

Christ alone shall be our portion; Soon we hope to meet above; Then we'll bathe in the full ocean Of the great Redeemer's love; All His fullness, All His fullness, We shall then forever prove.