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|COME, all souls by sin afflicted,
Bowed with fruitless sorrow down;
By the broken law convicted,
Through the Cross behold the crown.
Look to Jesus
Mercy flows through Him alone.
|2||Sweet as home to exiles weary;
Light to newly-opened eyes;
Flowing springs in deserts dreary,
Is the life that Christ supplies;
All who taste it
Shall to life immortal rise.
|3||Blessèd are the eyes that see Him;
Blest the ears that hear His voice:
Blessèd are the souls that trust Him,
And in Him alone rejoice;
Then become their happy choice.
|Joseph Swain, 1761-96|