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Hymn #704: I'M Weary Of Straying, Oh, Fain Would I Rest

Hymn #703 Hymn #705

Death, Resurrection, and Eternity

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704 (11.11.11.11.) William Moore

I'm weary of straying, oh, fain would I rest

In that distant land of the pure and the blest;

Where sin can no longer her blandishment spread,

And tears and temptations forever are fled.

I'm weary of hoping where hope is untrue,

As fair but as fleeting as morning's bright dew.

I long for the land whose blest promise, alone,

Is changeless and sure as God's eternal throne.

I'm weary of sighing o'er sorrows of earth,

O'er joy's glowing visions that fade at their birth,

O'er pangs of the loved, which we cannot assuage,

O'er blightings of youth, and the weakness of age.

I'm weary of loving what passes away;

The sweetest and dearest, alas! may not stay.

I long for that land where those partings are o'er,

And death and the tomb can divide hearts no more.

Hymn #703 Hymn #705