I Saw One Weary

1I saw one weary, sad, and torn,
With eager steps press on the way,
Who long the hallowed cross had borne,
Still looking for the promised day;

RefrainI asked what buoyed his spirits up,
"O this!" said he, "the blessed hope."

2And one I saw, with sword and shield,
Who boldly braved the world's cold frown,
And fought, unyielding, on the field,
To win an everlasting crown.

3And there was one who left behind
The cherished friends of early years,
And honored, but pleasures none,
Or tribulation, hate, and scorn,

4While pilgrims here we journey on
In this dark vale of sin and gloom,
Through many a line of grief and care,
Up on his brow was furrowed there;