The Gospel Feast

Let ev'ry mortal ear attend,

And ev'ry heart rejoice;

The trumpet of the Gospel sounds

With an inviting voice.

Ho! all ye starving souls

That feed upon the wind,

And vainly strive with earthly toys

To fill an empty mind.

Here wisdom has prepared

A soul-reviving feast,

And bids your longing appetites

The rich provision taste.

Ho! ye that pant for living streams,

And pine away and die,

Here you may quench your raging thirst

With springs that never dry.

Rivers of love and mercy here

In a rich ocean join;

Salvation in abundance flows,

Like floods of milk and wine.

The gates of Gospel grace

Stand open night and day:

Lord! we are come to seek supplies,

And drive our wants away.