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Souls astray, forlorn, misled,
     Buffeted by doubt and fear,
Cannot but be comforted
     When Thou drawest near.

Sweeter than the Sunday-bells
     Banishing all week-day cares,
Thine the gracious voice that tells
     What a Father's love prepares.
Leading to salvation's wells
     Up God's altar-stairs.

Lord, Thou art the Master-singer,
     And Thy song is a recall;