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I saw one weary, sad and torn

I saw one weary, sad and torn

Author: Annie Rebekah Smith
Tune: DUANE STREET
Published in 7 hymnals

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Audio files: MIDI

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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 blessèd 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 blessèd 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 blessèd 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 blessèd hope.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #3064

Author: Annie Rebekah Smith

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First Line: I saw one weary, sad and torn
Author: Annie Rebekah Smith

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The Cyber Hymnal #3064
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Seventh-day Adventist Hymnal #441

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The Cyber Hymnal #3064

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