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Consolation.
Friends can't you tell me something?
I am weary and worn tonight.
The day has gone like a shadow
And only the evening is light.
I am weary and worn tonight.
The day has gone like a shadow
And only the evening is light.
Tell me about the Master,
Of the burdensome hills he trod,
When the tears and blood from his anguish
Dropped down on Judea's sod.
Of the burdensome hills he trod,
When the tears and blood from his anguish
Dropped down on Judea's sod.
Tell me about the Master,
Of the wrongs he freely forgave,
Of His love and His tender compassion,
Of His love that is mighty to save.
Of the wrongs he freely forgave,
Of His love and His tender compassion,
Of His love that is mighty to save.
For my heart is restless and weary
Of the woes and temptations of life,
Of all the treacherous conflicts
Of falsehood, and malice, and strife.
Of the woes and temptations of life,
Of all the treacherous conflicts
Of falsehood, and malice, and strife.
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So tell me the sweet old story
That falls on each wound like a balm,
And my heart now bruised and broken,
Shall grow patient, strong, and calm.
That falls on each wound like a balm,
And my heart now bruised and broken,
Shall grow patient, strong, and calm.
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