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When my weary hands are folded

When my weary hands are folded

Author: Philip P. Bliss
Published in 3 hymnals

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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 throng.

2. But a greater joy ’twill give me
if some toiling one can say,
I have helped to bear his burden
and have cheered him on the way;
Oh! I’ll praise His grace forever
who hath died to ransom me,
And hath chosen me a sharer
in His blessèd work to be.

3. When the songs of earth are over,
and my last goodbye is said,
When my lifeless form they follow
to the dwelling of the dead;
’Twill be sweet if friends remember
and shall mark the quiet spot,
Telling only that the sleeper
hath not quickly been forgot.

4. But if one poor, weary wand’rer
shall be guided home by me,
’Twere a grander, nobler monument,
throughout all eternity;
And to Him shall be the glory,
unto Whom all praise is due,
For the love that hath redeemed us,
and hath made my heaven two.

5. When among the ransomed millions
by His grace redeemed I stand,
Then my song shall swell the chorus
of the glad, triumphant band;
Oh, how sweet will be the resting
when my conflicts are all past,
Oh, the mighty Alleluia
of our victory at last!

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #7573

Author: Philip P. Bliss

Philip P. Bliss (b. Clearfield County, PA, 1838; d. Ashtabula, OH, 1876) left home as a young boy to make a living by working on farms and in lumber camps, all while trying to continue his schooling. He was converted at a revival meeting at age twelve. Bliss became an itinerant music teacher, making house calls on horseback during the winter, and during the summer attending the Normal Academy of Music in Genesco, New York. His first song was published in 1864, and in 1868 Dwight L. Moody advised him to become a singing evangelist. For the last two years of his life Bliss traveled with Major D. W. Whittle and led the music at revival meetings in the Midwest and Southern United States. Bliss and Ira D. Sankey published a popular series of hym… Go to person page >

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First Line: When my weary hands are folded
Author: Philip P. Bliss
Copyright: Public Domain



The Cyber Hymnal #7573
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