Drooping souls, no longer grieve
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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 wanderers to him;Drooping souls, you need not die,Now look up and view him.
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From his hands, his feet, his side,Runs a healing fountain;See the consolation tide,Boundless as the ocean.See the living waters moveFor the sick and dying;Now resolve to gain his love,Or to perish trying.
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Grace he offers full and free,Drooping souls to gladden;Hear him say, "Come unto me,Weary, heavy laden:"Though your sins like mountains high,Rise and reach to heaven,Soon as you on him rely,All shall be forgiven.