A Poor Wayfaring Man Of Grief
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A poor wayfaring man of grief
Hath often crossed me on my way
Who sued so humbly for reilef
That I could never answer nay
I had not power to ask his name
Where to he want or whence he came
Yet there was something in his eye
That won my love I knew not why.
Once when my scanty meal was spread
He entered not a word he spake
Just perishing for want of bread
I gave him all he blessed it, brake,
And ate but gave me part again
Mine was an angels portion then.
But while I fed with eager haste
The crust was manna to my taste.
In prison I saw him next
Condemned to meet a traitor's doom at morn.
The tide of lying tongues I stemmed,
And honored him 'mid shame and scorn.
My friendship's utmost zeal to try,
He asked if I for him would die.
The flesh was weak; my blood ran chill,
But my free spirit cried, "I will!"
Then in a moment to my view
The stranger started from disguise.
The tokens in his hands I knew;
The Savior stood before mine eyes.
He spake, and my poor name he named,
"Of me thou hast not been ashamed.
These deeds shall thy memorial be;
Fear not, thou didst them unto me."
These deeds shall thy memorial be;
Fear not, thou didst them unto me."
Hath often crossed me on my way
Who sued so humbly for reilef
That I could never answer nay
I had not power to ask his name
Where to he want or whence he came
Yet there was something in his eye
That won my love I knew not why.
Once when my scanty meal was spread
He entered not a word he spake
Just perishing for want of bread
I gave him all he blessed it, brake,
And ate but gave me part again
Mine was an angels portion then.
But while I fed with eager haste
The crust was manna to my taste.
In prison I saw him next
Condemned to meet a traitor's doom at morn.
The tide of lying tongues I stemmed,
And honored him 'mid shame and scorn.
My friendship's utmost zeal to try,
He asked if I for him would die.
The flesh was weak; my blood ran chill,
But my free spirit cried, "I will!"
Then in a moment to my view
The stranger started from disguise.
The tokens in his hands I knew;
The Savior stood before mine eyes.
He spake, and my poor name he named,
"Of me thou hast not been ashamed.
These deeds shall thy memorial be;
Fear not, thou didst them unto me."
These deeds shall thy memorial be;
Fear not, thou didst them unto me."
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.02] A poor wayfaring man of grief
[00:08.06] Hath often crossed me on my way
[00:12.60] Who sued so humbly for reilef
[00:19.67] That I could never answer nay
[00:25.43] I had not power to ask his name
[00:29.96] Where to he want or whence he came
[00:36.06] Yet there was something in his eye
[00:42.91] That won my love I knew not why.
[00:49.49] Once when my scanty meal was spread
[00:56.63] He entered not a word he spake
[01:00.92] Just perishing for want of bread
[01:08.27] I gave him all he blessed it, brake,
[01:11.62] And ate but gave me part again
[01:18.53] Mine was an angels portion then.
[01:24.64] But while I fed with eager haste
[01:30.53] The crust was manna to my taste.
[01:35.89] In prison I saw him next
[01:43.89] Condemned to meet a traitor's doom at morn.
[01:53.69] The tide of lying tongues I stemmed,
[01:57.06] And honored him 'mid shame and scorn.
[02:06.06] My friendship's utmost zeal to try,
[02:10.63] He asked if I for him would die.
[02:18.84] The flesh was weak; my blood ran chill,
[02:23.14] But my free spirit cried, "I will!"
[02:30.52] Then in a moment to my view
[02:41.57] The stranger started from disguise.
[02:47.48] The tokens in his hands I knew;
[02:52.70] The Savior stood before mine eyes.
[02:55.84] He spake, and my poor name he named,
[03:09.30] "Of me thou hast not been ashamed.
[03:12.67] These deeds shall thy memorial be;
[03:18.36] Fear not, thou didst them unto me."
[03:25.58]
[03:32.27] These deeds shall thy memorial be;
[03:44.57] Fear not, thou didst them unto me."
[04:07.52]
[00:08.06] Hath often crossed me on my way
[00:12.60] Who sued so humbly for reilef
[00:19.67] That I could never answer nay
[00:25.43] I had not power to ask his name
[00:29.96] Where to he want or whence he came
[00:36.06] Yet there was something in his eye
[00:42.91] That won my love I knew not why.
[00:49.49] Once when my scanty meal was spread
[00:56.63] He entered not a word he spake
[01:00.92] Just perishing for want of bread
[01:08.27] I gave him all he blessed it, brake,
[01:11.62] And ate but gave me part again
[01:18.53] Mine was an angels portion then.
[01:24.64] But while I fed with eager haste
[01:30.53] The crust was manna to my taste.
[01:35.89] In prison I saw him next
[01:43.89] Condemned to meet a traitor's doom at morn.
[01:53.69] The tide of lying tongues I stemmed,
[01:57.06] And honored him 'mid shame and scorn.
[02:06.06] My friendship's utmost zeal to try,
[02:10.63] He asked if I for him would die.
[02:18.84] The flesh was weak; my blood ran chill,
[02:23.14] But my free spirit cried, "I will!"
[02:30.52] Then in a moment to my view
[02:41.57] The stranger started from disguise.
[02:47.48] The tokens in his hands I knew;
[02:52.70] The Savior stood before mine eyes.
[02:55.84] He spake, and my poor name he named,
[03:09.30] "Of me thou hast not been ashamed.
[03:12.67] These deeds shall thy memorial be;
[03:18.36] Fear not, thou didst them unto me."
[03:25.58]
[03:32.27] These deeds shall thy memorial be;
[03:44.57] Fear not, thou didst them unto me."
[04:07.52]