He comes ! the prisoners to relieve,
In Satan’s bondage held;
The gates of brass before Him burst,
The iron fetters yield.

He comes ! from darkening scales of vice
To clear the inward sight;
And on the eyeballs of the blind
To pour celestial light.

He comes ! the broken hearts to bind,
The bleeding souls to cure:
And with the treasures of His grace
To enrich the humble poor.

Thy promise is my only plea,
With this I venture nigh:
Thou callest burdened souls to Thee,
And such, O Lord, am I.

-Alexander Whyte

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