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C. M.

The invitation of the gospel.

Isa. 55:1,2, etc.295

Let every mortal ear attend,

And every heart rejoice;

The trumpet of the gospel sounds

With an inviting voice.

Lo! all ye hungry, starving souls.

That feed upon the wind,

And vainly strive with earthly toys

To fill an empty mind.

Eternal 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.

[Ye perishing and naked poor,

Who work with mighty pain

To weave a garment of your own

That will not hide your sin,

Come naked, and adorn your souls

In robes prepared by God,

Wrought by the labors of his Son,

And dyed in his own blood.]

Dear God! the treasures of thy love

Are everlasting mines,

Deep as our helpless miseries are,

And boundless as our sins.

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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