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Sacred tears.
Draw near, ye weary, bowed, and broken-hearted,
Ye onward travelers to a peaceful bourne;
Ye from whose path the light hath all departed;
Ye who are left in solitude to mourn;
Though o’er your spirits hath the storm-cloud swept,
Sacred are sorrow’s tears, since “Jesus wept.”
2 The bright and spotless heir of endless glory,