Author: Philip P. Bliss, 1838-1876 Appears in 3 hymnals First Line: When my weary hands are folded Lyrics: 1. When my weary hands are folded on my faintly throbbing breast, And my soul has spread her pinions for the city of the blest; ’Twill be sweet to hear the loved ones sing some dear, familiar song, As I rise to join the chorus of the blood-washed, holy ... Used With Tune: ANANIAS Text Sources: Welcome Tidings , by Robert Lowry, W. Howard Doane, & Ira D. Sankey (New York: Biglow & Main, 1877)
When My Weary Hands Are Folded