Come to the waters, all you who thirst, 

Come now and eat my bread. 

As earth that is dry and parched 

In the sun lies waiting for rain, 

My soul is a desert, arid and waste, 

It longs for your Word, 0 Lord. 

Though you have no money, 

Come, buy my corn 

And drink my red wine. 

Why spend precious gold 

On what will not last? 

Hear me, and your soul will live. 

The Lord is your light, 

The Lord is your strength; 

Turn back to him now. 

For his ways are not 

The ways you would choose 

And his thoughts are always new. 

As rain from the mountains 

Falls on the land 

And brings forth the seed, 

The Word of the Lord 

Sinks deep in our hearts, 

Creating the flower of truth.