Weeping sinners, dry your tears,
Jesus on the throne appears;
Mercy comes with balmy wings,
Bids you His salvation sing.

O, ye banished seed! Be glad,
Christ, your advocate is made;
You to save your flesh assumes,
Brother to your soul becomes.

We are trav’ling home to God,
In the way the fathers trod;
They are happy now, and we,
Soon their happiness shall see.

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