Saw ye my Saviour? Heard ye the glad sound?
Felt ye the power of the Word?
'Twas the Truth that made us free,
And was found by you and me
In the Life and the Love of our Lord.
Mourner, it calls thee—come to this Saviour;
Love wipes your tears all away,
And will lift the shades of gloom,
And for thee make blessed room
Where the darkness hath yielded to day.
Sinner, it calls thee; all who are thirsty,
Drink of its life-giving stream:
'Tis the Spirit that makes pure,
That exalts thee, and will cure
Every sorrow and sickness and sin.
Strongest deliverer, friend of the friendless,
God of all being divine:
Thou the Christ, and not the creed;
Thou the Truth, in thought and deed;
Thou the water, the bread, and the wine.
