We found "Torn" used in 20 sacred songs, each carrying a unique message of faith.
Torn
...A piteous plaint, a clamor wild;
The infant from its mother torn,
The mother wailing for her child....
A piteous plaint, a clamor wild;
The infant from its mother torn,
The mother wailing for her child.
...Heavy laden, weary worn,
Fainting, dying, crushed and torn.
All for me, all for me....
Heavy laden, weary worn,
Fainting, dying, crushed and torn.
All for me, all for me.
...Heavy laden, weary worn,
Fainting, dying, crushed and torn.
All for me, all for me....
Heavy laden, weary worn,
Fainting, dying, crushed and torn.
All for me, all for me.
...Their bones lay scattered o’er the field,
By dogs and vultures torn.
Let Zion’s foes be filled with shame;...
Their bones lay scattered o’er the field,
By dogs and vultures torn.
Let Zion’s foes be filled with shame;
...Its sorrows and its throes;
Though cursed and torn and blighted,
And sunken down in gloom,...
Its sorrows and its throes;
Though cursed and torn and blighted,
And sunken down in gloom,
...Sailor, though the lightning flashes,
Though thy sails be rent and torn,
Peace shall come on hope’s bright pinions,...
Sailor, though the lightning flashes,
Though thy sails be rent and torn,
Peace shall come on hope’s bright pinions,
...O’er Thy features sorrow-worn,
And Thy brow so sharply torn.
Such a day deserves its night,...
O’er Thy features sorrow-worn,
And Thy brow so sharply torn.
Such a day deserves its night,
...Out of the travail of Thy soul;
When by the spear Thy side was torn
To make us whole....
Out of the travail of Thy soul;
When by the spear Thy side was torn
To make us whole.
...So early plucked by cruel hand;
Like rosebuds by a tempest torn,
As breaks the light of summer morn....
So early plucked by cruel hand;
Like rosebuds by a tempest torn,
As breaks the light of summer morn.
...I, I alone, have done the deed!
’Tis I Thy sacred flesh have torn;
My sins have caused Thee, Lord, to bleed,...
I, I alone, have done the deed!
’Tis I Thy sacred flesh have torn;
My sins have caused Thee, Lord, to bleed,
...He’ll cleanse thy heart from every sin.
He knocks with hands all rent and torn
With cruel spikes nailed to the tree,...
He’ll cleanse thy heart from every sin.
He knocks with hands all rent and torn
With cruel spikes nailed to the tree,
...start
When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming,
When o’er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming,...
start
When through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming,
When o’er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming,
...The world is crucified to me;
Thy loving heart, so rent and torn,
Thy suffering bids me share with Thee....
The world is crucified to me;
Thy loving heart, so rent and torn,
Thy suffering bids me share with Thee.
...Come and let us return to Jehovah;
For He has torn us, but He will heal us,
And He has stricken us, but He will bind us up....
Come and let us return to Jehovah;
For He has torn us, but He will heal us,
And He has stricken us, but He will bind us up.
...For us, His sacred hands and feet
With cruel nails were torn.
For us He bowed His soul to death,...
For us, His sacred hands and feet
With cruel nails were torn.
For us He bowed His soul to death,
...Art far from shore, and weary worn,
The sky o’ercast, thy canvas torn?
Hark ye! a voice to thee is borne:...
Art far from shore, and weary worn,
The sky o’ercast, thy canvas torn?
Hark ye! a voice to thee is borne:
...Broken in spirit, we can bear no more;
Hearts torn with anguish clamor loud for peace;
Is there no strong one who can bring release?...
Broken in spirit, we can bear no more;
Hearts torn with anguish clamor loud for peace;
Is there no strong one who can bring release?
...To a ruined church, on a Christmas morn,
To a world by hatred and warfare torn,
He cometh the Savior blest....
To a ruined church, on a Christmas morn,
To a world by hatred and warfare torn,
He cometh the Savior blest.
...Where is no sorrow or care.
Loved ones are there, torn from us here,
We their dear faces shall see;...
Where is no sorrow or care.
Loved ones are there, torn from us here,
We their dear faces shall see;
...And when at the noontime I’m hungry and worn
And feel that the cares of this world have me torn,
You come as my haven, my rest, and my food—...
And when at the noontime I’m hungry and worn
And feel that the cares of this world have me torn,
You come as my haven, my rest, and my food—
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