SACRED SONGS

5 Then fhall I fee thy lovely face With ftrong immortal eyes, And feaft upon thy unknown grace With pleafure and furpriſe.

I

VIII.

The Poor invited to the Gospel Feaft. Ifa. lv. 1, 2.

3

LET ev'ry mortal ear attend,

And ev'ry heart rejoice, The trumpet of the Goſpel founds With an inviting voice.

2 Eternal wifdom has prepar'd A foul- reviving feaft, And bids your longing appetites The rich provifion tafte.

pant for living fireams,

Ho!

that ye

And pine away and die;

Here you may quench your raging thirft With fprings that never dry;

4 Rivers of love and mercy here In a rich ocean join: Salvation in abundance flows,

Like floods of milk and wine.