1 Let every mortal ear attend, And every heart rejoice, The trumpet of the gospel sounds With an inviting voice.
2 Ho, 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 [Ye perishing and naked poor, Who work with mighty pain To weave a garment of your own That will not hide your sin,
7 Come naked, and adorn your souls In robes prepar'd by God, Wrought by the labours of his Son, And dy'd in his own blood.]
8 Dear God, the treasures of thy love Are everlasting mines, Deep as our helpless miseries are, And boundless as our sins.
9 The happy gates of gospel grace Stand open night and day, Lord, we are come to seek supplies, And drive our wants away.