The phrase "wearied" resonates through 12 hymns, touching hearts across generations.
wearied
...While mingling with the lonely throng.
Thou wearied Christ, at eventide
Communing on the mountainside,...
While mingling with the lonely throng.
Thou wearied Christ, at eventide
Communing on the mountainside,
...For Thee Thy church has waited long;
Take Thy poor, wearied people home,
To sing the new, unending song....
For Thee Thy church has waited long;
Take Thy poor, wearied people home,
To sing the new, unending song.
...Gain new courage with the song,
Unto the wearied, hope ’tis bringing,
Of sweet rest and love....
Gain new courage with the song,
Unto the wearied, hope ’tis bringing,
Of sweet rest and love.
...And sweetly steals the Sabbath rest
Upon the world’s work-wearied breast.
Of Heaven the sign, of earth, the calm;...
And sweetly steals the Sabbath rest
Upon the world’s work-wearied breast.
Of Heaven the sign, of earth, the calm;
...To the hope that’s fixed in Thee.
Fettered, burdened, wearied, weak,
Lord, once more Thy grace I seek;...
To the hope that’s fixed in Thee.
Fettered, burdened, wearied, weak,
Lord, once more Thy grace I seek;
...When death seems near and I within its power,
That then I should but close my wearied eyes
On earth, to open them in paradise....
When death seems near and I within its power,
That then I should but close my wearied eyes
On earth, to open them in paradise.
...For Thy heaviest judgments cry:
We have wearied out Thy patience,
Forced Thy love to let us die....
For Thy heaviest judgments cry:
We have wearied out Thy patience,
Forced Thy love to let us die.
...I journey gladly on.
And when the wearied hands grow weak,
And wearied knees give way,...
I journey gladly on.
And when the wearied hands grow weak,
And wearied knees give way,
...He who on the night-robed mountain
Bent in prayer the wearied knee;
He who spoke as none had spoken,...
He who on the night-robed mountain
Bent in prayer the wearied knee;
He who spoke as none had spoken,
...Softly within that peaceful resting place,
We lay their wearied limbs; and bid the clay
Press lightly on them, till the night be past,...
Softly within that peaceful resting place,
We lay their wearied limbs; and bid the clay
Press lightly on them, till the night be past,
...When soft the dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest...
When soft the dews of kindly sleep
My wearied eyelids gently steep,
Be my last thought, how sweet to rest
...Just as thy towers, Damascus, rise,
To greet yon wearied band.
The leader of that martial crew...
Just as thy towers, Damascus, rise,
To greet yon wearied band.
The leader of that martial crew
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