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The Penitent
By Anne Bronte

I mourn with thee, and yet rejoice
That thou shouldst sorrow so;
With angel choirs I join my voice
To bless the sinners woe.

Though friends and kindred turn away,
And laugh thy grief to scorn;
I hear the great Redeemer say,
Blessed are ye that mourn.

Hold on thy course, nor deem it strange
That earthly cords are riven:
Man may lament the wondrous change,
But there is joy in Heaven!

"I say unto you, that likewise joy shall be in heaven
over one sinner that repenteth, more than
over ninety and nine just persons,
which need no repentance."
~ Luke 15:7 ~