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 upom the wind,
And vainly strive with earthly toys
To fill an empty mind.

Eternal wisdom hath prepared
A soul reviving feast,
And bids your longing appetites
The rich provision taste.

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