Hymnal: The Christian Hymnal
Date: 1871
Compiler: Under direction of the Christian Hymn-Book Committee
Publisher/Printer: Bosworth Chase & Hall
First Line: My feet are worn and weary with the march
Topic: Present and Future/Life and Death
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer: T Cook
Meter: 10s
Tune: Go to the Grave
Hymn Number: 720
Page Number: 262, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsMy feet are worn and weary with the march
O'er the rough road, and up the steep hillside;
O city of our God! I fain would see
Thy pastures green, where peaceful waters glide.
My hands are worn and weary toiling on,
Day after day, for perishable meat;
O city of our God! I fain would rest-
I sigh to gain thy glorious mercy-seat.
My garments, travel-worn and stained with dust,
Oft rent by briers and thorns that crowd my way,
Would fain be made, O Lord, my righteousness!
Spotless and white in heaven's unclouded ray.
My eyes are weary looking at the sin,
Impiety, and scorn upon the earth;
O city of our God! within thy walls
All-all are clothed again with thy new birth.
My heart is weary of its own deep sin-
Sinning, repenting, sinning still again;
When shall my soul thy glorious presence feel,
And find, dear Savior, it is free from stain.
Patience, poor soul! the Savior's feet were worn;
The Savior's heart and hands were weary, too;
His garments stained, and travel-worn, and old;
His vision blinded with a pitying dew.
Love thou the path of sorrow that he trod;
Toil on, and wait in patience for thy rest:
O city of our God! we soon shall see
Thy glorious walls-home of the loved and blest!