Lyrics:
The everlasting God
You do not faint
You won't grow weary
Strength will rise as we wait upon the Lord
We will wait upon the Lord, we will wait upon the Lord
Let me be a little kinder, let me be a little blinder
To the faults of those around me
Let me praise a little more
Let me be when I am weary
We're weary and tired, our work is all through
But we'll rest at the end of the trail
We'll stand by the fire when there's nothin' to do
When we
Lonely river in the moonlight
Winding through my song
Weary waters keep on flowing
Lonely river roll along
Tell my love I'm broken hearted
I
ain't no fun in this town anymore my mind is weary and my heart is sore
I will admit that I've had fun before but there ain't no fun in Houston anymore
Look down, look down that lonesome road
Before you travel on
Look up, look up and seek your maker
Before Gabriel blows his horn
Weary toting
All the weary mothers of the earth will finally rest
We will take their babies in our arms, and do our best
When the sun is low upon the field
Here we all work, on one jar or another
Why should I work while he rolls blaze?
I get tired, so tired and weary
Got to keep tolling day by day
Ol'
She may be weary
Women do get weary
Wearing that same shabby dress
And when she's weary
Try a little tenderness
Ooh, she may be waiting
Just
Look down, look down
That lonesome road
Before you travel on
Look up, look up
And seek your maker
Before Gabriel blows his horn
Weary
Look down, look down that lonesome road
Before you travel on
Look up, look up and seek your maker
Before Gabriel blows his horn
Weary totin'
lived (God's blessed lived)
Stays the weary and wild (stays the weary and wild)
This Christmas time, keep its magic right here
Within your heart
home, come home
Ye who are weary, come home
Earnestly, tenderly Jesus is calling
Calling, Oh sinners come home
Why should we tarry
When Jesus is
lived (God's blessed lived)
Stays the weary and wild (stays the weary and wild)
This Christmas time, keep its magic right here
Within your heart
myself I get lonely
Watchin' the clock on the shelf
I'd love to rest my weary head
On somebody's shoulder
I hate to grow older
All by myself.
All
come with guns a blazin'
And already he can feel that great relief.
Oh, how many travelers get weary
Bearing both their burdens and their scars
Baby I've got nerves of steel
Coming down to the wire
Lord above me guide the wheel
Keep me in your prayers tonight
I'll be weary upon that road
I
be.
How beautiful heaven must be
Sweet home of the happy and free;
Fair haven of rest for the weary,
How beautiful heaven must be.
In heaven no
home, come home
Ye who are weary, come home
Earnestly, tenderly Jesus is calling
Calling, Oh sinners come home
Why should we tarry
When Jesus is
Weary blues from waiting
Lord, I've been waiting too long
These blues have got me crying
Sweet baby, please come home
The snow falls 'round my
Exhume our idols and bury our friends
We're wild and weary but we won't give in
We're sick with worry
These nerve less days
We live on dread in our own
home, come home
Ye who are weary come home
Earnestly, tenderly, Jesus is calling
Calling, O sinner, come home!
Why should we tary when Jesus is
God thou knowest
Oh lord, oh lord
(lord, god, oh, oh, weary, weary, weary, weary, god, lord, oh, oh, weary, oh, free, free)
arrives for me
Some are weary while their love rests in peace
How selfish are the weary trying to trade their night for another's sea
What do I do
What
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