SDA Hymns - I saw one weary

^GI saw one weary, ^D7sad, and torn, With ^Geager steps press ^D7on the way, Who ^Glong the hallowed ^D7cross had born, Still ^Glooking ^Cfor the ^Gpro^Dmised ^Gday; ^GWhile many a line of ^D7grief and care, U^Gpon his ^Dbrow ^Emwas ^Dfurrowed there; I ^Gasked what buoyed his ^Dspir^D7its up, “O ^Gthis” said ^Che-“the ^Gbless^Ded ^Ghope.”

^GAnd one I saw, with ^D7sword and shield, Who ^Gboldly braved the ^D7world’s cold frown, And ^Gfought, unyielding, ^D7on the field, To ^Gwin an ^Cev-er-^Glast-^Ding ^Gcrown. ^GThough worn with toil, op^D7pressed by foes, No ^Gmurmur ^Dfrom ^Emhis ^Dheart arose; I ^Gasked what buoyed his ^Dspir^D7its up, “O ^Gthis!” said ^Che-“the ^Gbless^Ded ^Ghope.”

^GAnd there was one who ^D7left behind The ^Gcherished friends of ^D7early years, And ^Ghonor, pleasure, ^D7wealth re-signed, To ^Gtread the ^Cpath bede^Gwed ^Dwith ^Gtears. ^GThrough trials deep and ^D7conflict sore, Yet ^Gstill a ^Dsmile ^Emof ^Djoy he wore; O! ^Gwhat can bouy the ^Dspir^D7it up? ‘Tis ^Gthis a-^Clone--the ^Gbless^Ded ^Ghope.

^GWhile pilgrims here we ^D7journey on In ^Gthis dark vale of ^D7sin and gloom, Through ^Gtribulation, ^D7hate, and scorn, Or ^Gthrough the ^Cpor-tals ^Gof ^Dthe ^Gtomb, ^GTill our returning ^D7King shall come To ^Gtake His ^Dex^Emile ^Dcaptives home, O! ^Gwhat can buoy the ^Dspir^D7its up? ‘Tis ^Gthis a-^Clone – the ^Gbless^Ded ^Ghope.