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,
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