| Song | My Feet Are Worn And Weary |
| Album | The Christian Hymn Book |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | A. Campbell And Others |
| Publisher / Copyrights | |
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| Tags | My Feet Are Worn And Weary |
| Theme(s) | Aspirations |
| Scripture Reference(s) | |
| CCLI Song No |
My 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.
