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Broken-hearted, weep no more.—Episcopal Watchman.
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Broken-hearted, weep no more.—Episcopal Watchman.
Broken-hearted, weep no more!
Hear what comfort He hath spoken,
Smoking flax who ne'er hath quenched,
Bruised reed who ne'er hath broken:—
“Ye who wander here below,
Heavy laden as you go,
Come, with grief, with sin oppressed,
Come to me, and be at rest!”
Hear what comfort He hath spoken,
Smoking flax who ne'er hath quenched,
Bruised reed who ne'er hath broken:—
“Ye who wander here below,
Heavy laden as you go,
Come, with grief, with sin oppressed,
Come to me, and be at rest!”
Lamb of Jesus' blood-bought flock,
Brought again from sin and straying,
Hear the Shepherd's gentle voice—
'Tis a true and faithful saying:—
“Greater love how can there be
Than to yield up life for thee?
Bought with pang, and tear, and sigh,
Turn and live!—why will ye die!”
Brought again from sin and straying,
Hear the Shepherd's gentle voice—
'Tis a true and faithful saying:—
“Greater love how can there be
Than to yield up life for thee?
Bought with pang, and tear, and sigh,
Turn and live!—why will ye die!”
Broken-hearted, weep no more!
Far from consolation flying;
He who calls hath felt thy wound,
Seen thy weeping, heard thy sighing:—
“Bring thy broken heart to me;
Welcome offering it shall be;
Streaming tears and bursting sighs,
Mine accepted sacrifice.”
Far from consolation flying;
He who calls hath felt thy wound,
Seen thy weeping, heard thy sighing:—
“Bring thy broken heart to me;
Welcome offering it shall be;
Streaming tears and bursting sighs,
Mine accepted sacrifice.”
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