Let every mortal ear attend,

And every heart rejoice;

The trumpet of the gospel sounds

With an inviting voice:

2 Ho! all you hungry, starving souls,

Who feed upon the wind,

And vainly strive with earthly toys

To fill an empty mind.

3 Eternal wisdom has prepared

A soul-reviving feast,

And bids your longing appetites

The rich provision taste.

4 Ho! you that pant for living streams,

And pine away and die,

Here may you quench your raging thirst

With springs that never dry.

5 Rivers of love and mercy here

In a rich ocean join;

Salvation in abundance flows,

Like floods of milk and wine.

6 Great God! the treasures of thy love

Are everlasting mines,

Deep as our helpless miseries are,

And boundless as our sins.

7 The happy gates of gospel grace

Stand open night and day:

Lord, we are come to seek supplies,

And drive our wants away.