Let ev’ry mortal ear attend,
And ev’ry heart rejoice;
The trumpet of the Gospel sounds,
With an inviting voice.

Eternal wisdom has prepared
A soul-reviving feast;
And bids your longing appetites
The rich provisions 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.