2 Ho! all you hungry, starving souls, Who feed upon the wind, And vainly strive with earthly toys To fill an empty mind. 3 Eternal wisdom has prepared A soul-reviving feast, And bids your longing appetites The rich provision taste. 4 Ho! you that pant for living streams, And pine away and die, Here may you 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 Great God! the treasures of thy love Are everlasting mines, Deep as our helpless miseries 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. 287 C. M. For there is no difference. Rom. 10:12. How free and boundless is the grace Of our redeeming God! Extending to the Greek and Jew, And men of every blood. 2 Come, all you wretched sinners, come, He’ll form your souls anew; His gospel and his heart have room For rebels such as you. 3 His doctrine is almighty love; There’s virtue in his name To turn a raven to a dove, A lion to a lamb. 4 Come, then, accept the offered grace, And make no more delay; His love will all your guilt efface, And soothe your fears away. 288 C. M. Let him return unto the Lord. Isaiah 55:7. Return, O wanderer, now return, And seek thy Father’s face; Those new desires which in thee burn Were kindled by his grace. 2 Return, O wanderer, now return! He hears thy humble sigh! He sees thy softened spirit mourn, When no one else is nigh. 3 Return, O wanderer, now return! Thy Saviour bids thee live; Go to his feet, and grateful learn How freely he’ll forgive. 4 Return, O wanderer, now return! And wipe the falling tear; Thy Father calls—no longer mourn, ’Tis love invites thee near. 289 C. M. Incline your ear, and come. Isaiah 55:3. The Saviour calls; let every ear Attend the heavenly sound; Ye doubting souls, dismiss your fear; Hope smiles reviving round. 2 For every thirsty, longing heart, Here streams of bounty flow, And life, and health, and bliss impart, To banish mortal woe. 3 Ye sinners, come; ’tis mercy’s voice; That gracious voice obey; ’Tis Jesus calls to heavenly joys; And can you yet delay? 4 Dear Saviour, draw reluctant hearts; To thee let sinners fly, And take the bliss thy love imparts, And drink, and never die.