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<h2>LET EVERY MORTAL EAR ATTEND</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters, and he that hath no money; come ye, buy, and eat; yea, come, buy wine and milk without money and without price.” Isaiah 55;1</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<p><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_w_a_watts_i.jpg" alt="Isaac Watts (1674-1748)" align="right" hspace="15" vspace="5" width="132.666666666667" height="184.666666666667"><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_a_watts_i.html" target="_blank">Isaac Watts</a>, <em>Hymns and Spiritual Songs</em>, 1707.</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Woodstock (Dutton),” Deodatus Dutton, Jr. (1808-1832) </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_w_woodstou.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Let every mortal ear attend,<br>
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And every heart rejoice;<br>
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The trumpet of the Gospel sounds<br>
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With an inviting voice.</p>
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<p>Lo! all ye hungry, starving souls<br>
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That feed upon the wind,<br>
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And vainly strive with earthly toys<br>
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To fill an empty mind.</p>
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<p>Eternal Wisdom has prepared<br>
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A soul reviving feast,<br>
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And bids your longing appetites<br>
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The rich provision taste.</p>
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<p>Ho! ye that pant for living streams,<br>
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And pine away and die,<br>
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Here you may quench your raging thirst<br>
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With springs that never dry.</p>
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<p>Rivers of love and mercy here<br>
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In a rich ocean join;<br>
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Salvation in abundance flows,<br>
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Like floods of milk and wine.</p>
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<p>Ye perishing and naked poor,<br>
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Who work with mighty pain<br>
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To weave a garment of your own<br>
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That will not hide your sin,</p>
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<p>Come naked, and adorn your souls<br>
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In robes prepared by God,<br>
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Wrought by the labors of His Son,<br>
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And dyed in His own blood.</p>
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<p>Dear God! the treasures of Thy love<br>
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Are everlasting mines,<br>
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Deep as our helpless miseries are,<br>
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And boundless as our sins.</p>
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<p>The happy gates of Gospel grace<br>
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Stand open night and day;<br>
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Lord, we are come to seek supplies,<br>
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And drive our wants away.</p>
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