#441I Saw One Weary

I 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;

And 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.

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

While 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;