Let ev'ry mortal ear attend,
And ev'ry heart rejoice;
The trumpet of the gospel sounds
With an inviting voice.
Eternal wisdom hath prepared
A soul reviving feast,
And bids our longing appetites
The rich provisions taste.
Ho! ye that pant for living streams,
Why pine away and die?
Here you may quench your longing thirst
From springs that never dry.
Abundant grace and blessing here
In rich profusion join;
Salvation in full measure flows
Like floods of milk and wine.
The gates divine of heav'nly grace
Are open to our pray'rs;
And when we come to seek supplies,
God grants us our desires.