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[He comes, He comes, our longing souls to gladden]

“He hath sent me to heal the broken-hearted.”—Luke iv. 18.

He comes, He comes, our longing souls to gladden,
To bring the dawn of light to weary eyes;
To vanquish sin, and ills the heart that sadden,
To turn to songs our sorrows and our sighs.
He comes to dry the eyes all dim with weeping,
To banish evil, make an end of strife,
To give to those who sow in tears, their reaping,—
The golden harvest sheaves of light and life.
He comes! He comes!