Saw ye my Saviour? Heard ye the glad sound? Felt ye the power of her Word? 'Twas the Truth that made man free, And was found by you and me In the life and the love of our Lord. Mourner, she calls thee: "Come to my bosom; Love wipes the tears all away, And will lift the shades of gloom, And for thee make blessed room When the darkness hath yielded to-day.
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