I am weary with n When Elisha woke surrounded by the forces Of the enemies of God, the enemies of God He saw the hills aflame with angels on their horses So in the night my hope lives on I see the slave that toils beneath the yoke unyielding And I can hear the captive groan, hear the captive groan For some hand to stay the whip his foe is wielding Still in the night my hope lives on I see the armies of the enemy approaching And the people driven, trembling, to the shore But a doorway throug (azchords.com)