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I trav-eled down a lone-ly road,

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And no one seemed to care,

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The bur-den on my wea-ry back

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Had bowed me to de-spair;

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I oft com-plained to Je-sus

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How folks were treating me.

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And then I heard Him

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say so ten-der-ly:

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"My feet were al-so wea-ry

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Up-on the Cal-v'ry road, 

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The cross be-came so heav-y,

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I fell be-neath the load,

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Be faith-ful, wea-ry pil-grim,

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The morn-ing I can see

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Just lift your cross

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and fol-low close to Me."