Singing by the Way (Rev. ed.) ‎#53

53. Patience

1 My feet are so weary with the march
Over the steep hillside;
O city of God! I fain would see
Thy peaceful water glide.
O city of God! I fain would see
Thy peaceful waters glide.

2 My hands are so weary toiling on
For perishable meat;
O city of God! I fain would reach
Thy glorious mercy-seat!
O city of God! I fain would reach
Thy glorious mercy-seat!

3 Have patience, poor heart, His feet were torn,
His hands were weary too;
His garments were stained and travel-worn,
His head wet with the dew.
His garments were stained and travel-worn,
His head wet with the dew.

4 So love thou the path thy Saviour trod,
And patient wait thy rest;
The city of God thou soon shalt see,
Home of the loved and blest.
The city of God thou soon shalt see,
Home of the loved and blest.

Text Information

• First Line: My feet are so weary with the march
• Title: Patience
• Alterer: F. A. B.
• Author: Anonymous
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1897
• Copyright: Used by per. of W. E. Penn
• Notes: Now Public Domain

Tune Information

• Name: [My feet are so weary with the march]
• Composer: F. A. Blackmer
• Key: A♭ Major
• Copyright: Used by per. of W. E. Penn
• Notes: Now Public Domain