When my weary hands are folded

When my weary hands are folded

Author: Philip P. Bliss
Tune: ANANIAS
Published in 3 hymnals

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1. When my weary hands are folded
on my faintly throbbing breast,
And my soul has spread her pinions
for the city of the blest;
’Twill be sweet to hear the loved ones
sing some dear, familiar song,
As I rise to join the chorus
of the blood-washed, holy throng.

2. But a greater joy ’twill give me
if some toiling one can say,
I have helped to bear his burden
and have cheered him on the way;
Oh! I’ll praise His grace forever
who hath died to ransom me,
And hath chosen me a sharer
in His blessèd work to be.

3. When the songs of earth are over,
and my last goodbye is said,
When my lifeless form they follow
to the dwelling of the dead;
’Twill be sweet if friends remember
and shall mark the quiet spot,
Telling only that the sleeper
hath not quickly been forgot.

4. But if one poor, weary wand’rer
shall be guided home by me,
’Twere a grander, nobler monument,
throughout all eternity;
And to Him shall be the glory,
unto Whom all praise is due,
For the love that hath redeemed us,
and hath made my heaven two.

5. When among the ransomed millions
by His grace redeemed I stand,
Then my song shall swell the chorus
of the glad, triumphant band;
Oh, how sweet will be the resting
when my conflicts are all past,
Oh, the mighty Alleluia
of our victory at last!

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #7573

Author: Philip P. Bliss

Bliss, Philip, b. at Clearfield County, Pennsylvania, July 9, 1838. In 1864 he went to Chicago in the employ of Dr. George F. Root, the musician, where he was engaged in conducting musical Institutes, and in composing Sunday School melodies. Originally a Methodist, he became, about 1871, a choirman of the First Congregational Church, Chicago, and the Superintendent of its Sunday Schools. In 1874 he joined D. W. Whittle in evangelical work. To this cause he gave (although a poor man) the royalty of his Gospel Songs, which was worth some thirty thousand dollars. His death was sudden. It occurred in the railway disaster at Ashtabula, Ohio, Dec. 30, 1876. He had escaped from the car, but lost his life in trying to save his wife. His hymns are n… Go to person page >

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