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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;
        His commandments
    Then become their happy choice.
Joseph Swain, 1761-96