1 Let ev'ry Mortal Ear attend,
And ev'ry Heart rejoice,
The Trumpet of the Gospel Sounds,
With an inviting Voice.
2 Come 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 Dear God! the Treasures of thy Love
Are everlasting Mines;
Deep as our helpless Mis'ries are,
And boundless as our Sins.
7 The happy Gates of Gospel Grace
Stand open Night and Day;
Lord, we are come to seek Supplies,
And drive our Wants away.
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First Line: | Let ev'ry Mortal Ear attend |
Title: | Blessings of the Gospel |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
Topic: | Blessedness of the Gospel |