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Onward we go, for still we hear them singing,
"Come, weary souls! for Jesus bids you come!" And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing, The music of the gospel leads us home.
Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing,
The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea, And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing, Kind Shepherd! turn their weary steps to Thee.
Rest comes at length; tho life be long and dreary,
Cheer up, my soul! faith's moonbeams softly glisten
Angels sing on, your faithful watches keeping;