Oh, Sad Soul,
Rejoice evermore.
You are a'waiting
For the heaven's galore.
That was promised you
In the Old Book of Faith.
Gather your self now,
Just a while more wait.
Oh, Doubtful Soul,
Childlike heart all up-grown?
Now for all things
Evidence must be shown.
And if there is none,
Then you will not believe.
To earthly logic
You hang and you cleave.
Oh, Weary Soul,
Is this race far too long?
Can't but look back
At the times you were strong?
Out is the fire
That once burned in your eyes.
Winded and wounded,
Know that God hears your cries.
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