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Heavy laden with thy grief

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: Hymns from the East #21 (1907) Meter: 7.7.7.3 Hymnal Title: Hymns from the East Lyrics: I Heavy laden with thy grief, Do thy tears like raindrops flow? Christ hath all thy sorrows borne Long ago. II See Him in the garden, prone, While He poured His soul to God; Then He bore affliction keen, And the rod. III Weary, laden with thy sin, Dost thou bow beneath the load? Cast the burden of thy woe, On thy God. IV See Him faint beneath the load, As He bears the ghastly tree; Hear His weary spirit sigh, All for thee. V Sad and doubting, lo! the sun Shines upon a glorious day: He is risen! come, see the place Where He lay. VI Glory to our suffering Lord, Praise to our exalted King,— Source of life and endless bliss,— Let us bring. Languages: English
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Heavy laden with thy grief

Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: Hymns of the Russian Church #31 (1920) Meter: 7.7.7.3 Hymnal Title: Hymns of the Russian Church Lyrics: Heavy laden with thy grief, Do thy tears like raindrops flow? Christ hath all thy sorrows borne, Long ago. See Him in the garden prone, While He pours His soul to God; Then He bore affliction keen, And the rod. Weary, laden with thy sin, Dost thou bow beneath the load? Cast the burden of thy woe, On thy God. See Him fainting by the way, As He bears the ponderous tree; Hear His weary spirit sigh, All for thee. Sad and doubting! lo, the sun Shines upon a glorious day; He is risen, come see the place Where He lay. Glory to our suffering Lord, Praise to our exalted King,-- Source of life and endless bliss,-- Let us bring. Languages: English

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