Come, ye souls by sin afflicted
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Come, ye souls by sin afflicted,Bowed with fruitless sorrow down,By the perfect law convicted,Through the cross behold the crown;Look to Jesus;Mercy flows through him alone,
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Take his easy yoke and wear it;Love will make obedience sweet;Christ will give you strength to bear it,While his wisdom guides your feetSafe to glory,Where his ransomed captives meet.
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Sweet as home to pilgrims weary,Light to newly opened eyes,Or full springs in deserts dreary,Is the rest the cross supplies;All who taste itShall to rest immortal rise.