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.

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