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Let Him Who Is without Sin
Give what rewards are justly due, Let to their haven enter in Poor foolish ones who never knew The fellowship of sin. Trophies and honor will await The coming of the scornful just. I may not find the narrow gate Trudging my way through dust. But I have found the way is sweet, Knowing from all the wrong in me Why others sin. We stop and greet Each other joyfully,