Let Every Mortal Ear Attend

Let ev'ry mortal ear attend and ev'ry heart rejoice! The trumpet of the Gospel sounds with an inviting voice: Ho! all ye hungry starving souls that feed upon the wind, and vainly strive with earthly toys to fill an empty mind.

Eternal wisdom hath prepar'd a soul-reviving feast, and bids your longing appetites the rich provision taste. Ho! ye that pant for living streams, yet 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. Ye perishing and naked poor who work in mighty pain, to weave a garment of your own that will not hide your sin.

Come, naked, and adorn your souls in robes prepar'd by God, wrought by the labors of the Son, and dyed in His own blood. The happy gates of Gospel grace stand open night and day. Lord, we are come to seek supplies and drive our wants away.