Glad tid­ings, my bro­ther, glad tid­ings I bring
Of man­sions pre­pared ov­er there;
By One who knows well
All thy heart’s deep de­sire,
And lists to thy heart’s faint­est pray­er.

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Glad tid­ings, my bro­ther, for you,
Your Fa­ther is call­ing to­day;
A place He’s pre­pared,
And a glad wel­come home,
O come and no long­er de­lay!
Your Fa­ther is call­ing you home,
Is ten­der­ly call­ing you home;
Then turn not away,
But come while you may,
O come to your Fa­ther and home!

Glad tid­ings, my bro­ther, glad tid­ings I bring,
A mes­sage so ten­der and true;
Your Fa­ther is call­ing
And bids you re­turn,
His heart is now yearn­ing for you.

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Glad tid­ings, my bro­ther, glad tid­ings I bring,
God’s promis­es ne­ver can fail;
They’re sealed by the blood
Of His cru­ci­fied Son,
The blood that will ev­er avail.

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