Lds Hymns - A poor wayfaring man of grief

A p^Goor, wayfaring M^Dan of grief H^Gath often crossed me o^Dn my way, Wh^Go sued so humbly^D for relief That ^GI could never a^D7nswer n^Gay. I h^Gad not pow’r to ^Dask his name, Where^Gto he went, or wh^Dence he came; Yet t^Ghere was something ^Din his eye That w^Gon my love; I k^D7new not ^Gwhy.

Once, w^Ghen my scanty me^Dal was spread, He e^Gntered; not a wo^Drd he spake, J^Gust perishing fo^Dr want of bread. ^GI gave him all;^D7 he bles^Gsed it, brake, And ^Gate, but gave me^D part again. Mine^G was an angel’s portio^Dn then, For w^Ghile I fed with ^Deager haste, The ^Gcrust was manna t^D7o my ta^Gste.

I s^Gpied him where a f^Dountain burst Clear f^Grom the rock; his st^Drength was gone. The ^Gheedless water m^Docked his thirst; He ^Gheard it, saw it h^D7urrying ^Gon. I r^Gan and raised th^De suff’rer up^G; Thrice from the stre^Dam he drained my cup, Dipped a^Gnd returned it r^Dunning o’er; I dr^Gank and never t^D7hirsted ^Gmore.

’Tw^Gas night; the fl^Doods were out^G; it blew A winter hur^Dricane aloof. I hea^Grd his voice abr^Doad and flew To b^Gid him welcome ^D7to my ro^Gof. I w^Garmed and clothe^Dd and cheered^G my guest And laid him^D on my couch to rest, The^Gn made the earth^D my bed and seeme^Gd In Eden’s gar^D7den whil^Ge I dreamed.

Stript, w^Gounded, beaten n^Digh to death, I f^Gound him by the h^Dighway side. I r^Goused his pulse, brought b^Dack his breath, Rev^Gived his spirit, ^D7and supp^Glied Wine, ^Goil, refreshment^D—he was healed. I ^Ghad myself a^D wound concealed, But ^Gfrom that hour f^Dorgot the smart, And p^Geace bound up my b^D7roken he^Gart.

In p^Gris’n I saw him n^Dext, condemned To ^Gmeet a traitor’s d^Doom at morn. The t^Gide of lying ton^Dgues I stemmed, And h^Gonored him ’mid s^D7hame and s^Gcorn. My f^Griendship’s utmost z^Deal to try, He a^Gsked if I for h^Dim would die. The f^Glesh was weak; my b^Dlood ran chill, But ^Gmy free spirit ^D7cried, “^GI will!”

Then i^Gn a moment t^Do my view The st^Granger started from di^Dsguise. The t^Gokens in his han^Dds I knew; The Sa^Gvior stood befo^D7re mine ^Geyes. He sp^Gake, and my poor n^Dame he named, “Of ^Gme thou hast not b^Deen ashamed. These ^Gdeeds shall thy mem^Dorial be; Fear n^Got, thou didst them ^D7unto m^Ge.”