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What though my joys and comfort die?
The Lord my savior liveth.
What though the darkness gather round?
Songs in the night he giveth.

(My Life Flows On In Endless Song)


Sometime the hands, grown weary with life’s toiling

Author: Lizzie D. Fielder
Tune: [Sometimes the hands, grown weary with life's toiling]
Published in 1 hymnal

Printable scores: PDF, Noteworthy Composer
Audio files: MIDI

Representative Text

1 Sometime the hands, grown weary with life’s toiling,
Shall folded be across the pulseless breast,
Sometime the heart, with care and pain long aching,
Shall be at rest.
Sometime the feet that climb life’s rugged mountain,
Shall leave their prints no more along the way,
But pause beside some cool, life giving fountain,
No more to stray.

2 Sometime the eyes, grown dim with ceaseless watching,
Amid the mists that shroud our earthly way,
Shall close awhile to greet again at waking,
A clearer day.
Sometime the soul, too tired for longer staying,
Where dirges make the melody of years,
Shall fall asleep to wake ’mid heavenly music,
That knows no tears.

3 Sometime our pilgrimage here will be ended,
Life’s battles fought, and victories be won;
Sometime we’ll hear the Savior’s welcome plaudit,
Servant, well done!
Sometime, we know this earthly house will crumble,
Its beauty fade, its mortal powers decay.
But we’ll abide within the heav’nly mansions,
Thro’ endless day.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #7881

Author: Lizzie D. Fielder

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First Line: Sometime the hands, grown weary with life’s toiling
Title: Sometime
Author: Lizzie D. Fielder
Language: English


The Cyber Hymnal #7881
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The Cyber Hymnal #7881

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