1 Let ev'ry Mortal Ear attend,
And ev'ry Heart rejoice,
The Trumpet of the Gospel Sounds,
With an inviting Voice.

2 Come all ye hungry starving Souls.
That feed upon the Wind,
And vainly strive, with earthly Toys
To fill an empty Mind.

3 Eternal Wisdom has prepar'd
A Soul-reviving Feast;
And bids your longing Appetites
The rich Provision taste.

4 Ho! ye that pant for living Streams,
And pine away and die;
here you may 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 Dear God! the Treasures of thy Love
Are everlasting Mines;
Deep as our helpless Mis'ries 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.