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Song of the Aged Christian

Author: Rev. A. M. Johnson Hymnal: The Harp of Glory #s47 (1911) First Line: Weary, worn, sad and forsaken Languages: English Tune Title: [Weary, worn, sad and forsaken]
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Weary, worn, sad and forsaken

Author: Rev. A. M. Johnson Hymnal: The Songs of Zion #320 (1915) Languages: English Tune Title: SONG OF THE AGED CHRISTIAN
Weary, worn, sad and forsaken

Weary, worn, sad and forsaken

Author: A. M. Johnson Hymnal: The Gospel Shower; a Collection of Gospel Hymns #d172 (1887)
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Song Of The Aged Christian

Author: A. M. Johnson Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #7934 Meter: 8.7.8.7 D First Line: Weary, worn, sad and forsaken Lyrics: 1 Weary, worn, sad and forsaken, Lingering on this cheerless shore; All life’s sweetest ties are broken, And my loved ones come no more. All my early friends have left me, In this lonesome vale of tears; Sighing for their smiling faces, Where they know no griefs or fears. 2 Throngs of youthful faces ’round me But remind me of the past When I held my dear departed To my bosom fondly clasped. But a few more tears and sorrows, And the fountain will be dry; Then I shall embrace my kindred In the happy home on high. 3 Blessèd hope, sweet balm of comfort, To this withered heart of mine; Light my path a little longer, With Thy beams of light divine; God of mercy, grace and goodness, Hold me by Thy powerful hand; Till I greet my loving kindred In the glorious heav’nly land. Languages: English Tune Title: SULAWESI
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