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Let ev'ry quickened ear attend,
And ev'ry heart rejoice;
The trumpet of the gospel sounds
With an inviting voice.
Come, 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 bid your longing appetites
The rich provisions taste.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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