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38 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;