Drooping souls, no longer grieve, Heaven is propitious; If on Christ you do believe, You will find him precious; Jesus now is passing by, Calls the mourner to him; He hath died for you and I, Now look up and view him, And praise him who died That sinners might live. Streaming mercy ever free, Weary souls to gladden; Jesus says, come unto me, Weary, heavy laden; Tho your sins like mountains high, Rise and reach to heaven; If on Christ you can rely, All shall be for given, Then praise him who died That sinners might live. |
