Weep—he loves the mourner’s tears;
Watch—for saving grace is nigh;
Wait—till heavenly grace appears.
Hark, it is thy Saviour’s voice,
“Welcome pilgrim to thy rest.”
Now within the gate rejoice,
Safe, and own’d, and bought, and blest.
Safe—from all the lures of vice;
Own’d—by joys the contrite know;
Bought—by love and life the price;