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1. Droop - ing souls  no  long - er grieve, Heav - en  is  pro - pi - tious,
 If  on Christ you do    be - lieve, You  will find  him pre - cious. 
2. From   his hands, his  feet, his side,  Runs  a heal - og foun- tain;
See     the con - so-la  - tion tide, Bound-less as     the o- cean. 
S. Gra - ce's store  is  al - ways free, Droop - ing souls  to  glad - den;
 Je -sus calls, "Come un  to me," Wea - ry, heav - y la - den.

4. Now    me-thinks  I   hear  one say,   I    will go   and prove   him;
  If   he takes my sins     a- way, Sure - ly    I    shah love him. 
5. Stream -ing mer - ey, how   it flows, Now    I know,   I feel     it;
  Half has ney- er yet     been told,  Yet    I-want    to  tll   it. 
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Je - suB now    is   pAte - ing  by,  Calls  the mourn - ers to  him;   He
    has died  for  you    and  I,  Now   look  up    and view him. 
See   the liv - ing   wa - ters move, For    the sick  and  dy - ing;   lrow
   re-solve  to   ga    his love,  Or    to   per   ish try-ing. 
Thogh your sins  like moun - ains rise,  Rise  and reach  to  hea - en; 
Soon  as you    on      hire- ly, "All     shall be  for - giv - en."

,g       you sin       m      ,      .      - tan ris, Rie  n-ra h  to  h-,
- yen  Son a  o          r   e - ly  , Al    *hl b     o   gi - e."

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Yes,    I see    the Fa - ther smile, emil . ing moves my   bur - den:  
 All   is grace, for  I      am vile, Yet     he seals my par. don. 
Je - us' blood  has i healed my wounds, Oh  the won -drous sto - ry I   
I    was lost,  but now    am found, Glo - ry I Glo   ry I Glo - ry I 
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Come, humble sinner, in whose breast A thousand thoughts revolve, 
Some, with your guilt and fear oppress'd, And make this last resolve: I'll
go to Jesus, tho' my sin Like mountains round me close; I know his courts,
1711 enter in, Whatever may oppose. 
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