Hymnal: The Christian Hymn Book
Date: 1865
Compiler: Alexander Campbell
Publisher/Printer: Central Book Concern
First Line: My feet are worn and weary with the march
Topic: The New Life/Aspiration
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: 10s
Tune:
Hymn Number: 843
Page Number: 496, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsMy feet are worn and weary with the march
O'er the rough road and up the steep hill-side;
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 Saviour, it is free from stain?
Patience, poor soul! the Saviour's feet were worn;
The Saviour'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.