441 I Saw One Weary
[1]
I saw one weary sad and torn
With eager steps press on the way
Who long the hallowed cross had borne
Still looking for the promised day;
While many a line of grief and care
Upon his brow was furrowed there;
I asked what buoyed his spirits up
"O this!" said he "the blessed hope."
I saw one weary sad and torn
With eager steps press on the way
Who long the hallowed cross had borne
Still looking for the promised day;
While many a line of grief and care
Upon his brow was furrowed there;
I asked what buoyed his spirits up
"O this!" said he "the blessed hope."
[2]
And one I saw with sword and shield
Who boldly braved the world s cold frown
And fought unyielding on the field
To win an everlasting crown.
Though worn with toil oppressed by foes
No murmur from his heart arose;
I asked what buoyed his spirits up
"O this!" said he "the blessed hope."
And one I saw with sword and shield
Who boldly braved the world s cold frown
And fought unyielding on the field
To win an everlasting crown.
Though worn with toil oppressed by foes
No murmur from his heart arose;
I asked what buoyed his spirits up
"O this!" said he "the blessed hope."
[3]
And there was one who left behind
The cherished friends of early years
And honor pleasure wealth resigned
To tread the path bedewed with tears.
Through trials deep and conflicts sore
Yet still a smile of joy he wore;
I asked what buoyed his spirits up
"O this!" said he "the blessed hope."
And there was one who left behind
The cherished friends of early years
And honor pleasure wealth resigned
To tread the path bedewed with tears.
Through trials deep and conflicts sore
Yet still a smile of joy he wore;
I asked what buoyed his spirits up
"O this!" said he "the blessed hope."
[4]
While pilgrims here we journey on
In this dark vale of sin and gloom
Through tribulation hate and scorn
Or through the portals of the tomb
Till our returning King shall come
To take His exile captives home
O! what can buoy the spirits up?
Tis this alone the blessed hope.
While pilgrims here we journey on
In this dark vale of sin and gloom
Through tribulation hate and scorn
Or through the portals of the tomb
Till our returning King shall come
To take His exile captives home
O! what can buoy the spirits up?
Tis this alone the blessed hope.