Sore

...At last the wea­ry life is o’er,

Of Him who all our suf­fer­ings bore....

...Why in the dark­ness must we pine and die?

Is there no re­fuge where the wea­ry rest?...

...Our Je­sus walks where the wrecks wash in,

As each comes in on the rush­ing tide,...

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In yon still grave art keep­ing!...

...When on the bed of pain I lay

How oft has He as­suaged my grief,...

...I’m kneel­ing at the thresh­old,

Waiting for the dawn­ing,...

...Belovèd, It is well!

The hand that wounds knows how to bind...

...But fig leaves here and there.

From pain am sel­dom free,...

...See the tears along the way­side,

Many, ma­ny hearts are break­ing,...

...Watching, pray­ing ev­er.

Still to Thee I’m cling­ing;...

...I be­long to Je­sus, He be­longs to me!

I be­long to Je­sus!...

...I be­long to Je­sus, He be­longs to me!

I be­long to Je­sus!...

...Glory to the Sav­ior’s name!

Precious in the vic­tor’s eyes;...

...Bring the wan­der­er home to Thee;

Far, far at sea....

...Dear Sav­ior, take us home.

And sad—so sad—...

...My griefs of heart abound,

See my af­flict­ion and my pain,...

...O send a gra­cious show­er!

While sin­ners all around...

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And I seek in vain for rest,...

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All wea­ry and for­lorn;...

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And I seek in vain for rest,...