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 prepared 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 The happy gates of gospel grace Stand open night and day; Lord, we are come to seek supplies, And drive our wants away.