LDS Hymns – A Poor Wayfaring Man Of Grief (Guitar)
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[Verse 1]
G D G D A poor, wayfaring Man of grief Hath often crossed me on my way, G D G D7 G Who sued so humbly for relief That I could never answer nay. G D G D I had not pow'r to ask his name, Whereto he went, or whence he came; G D G D7 G Yet there was something in his eye That won my love; I knew not why.
[Verse 2]
G D G D Once, when my scanty meal was spread, He entered; not a word he spake, G D G D7 G Just perishing for want of bread. I gave him all; he blessed it, brake, G D G D And ate, but gave me part again. Mine was an angel's portion then, G D G D7 G For while I fed with eager haste, The crust was manna to my taste.
[Verse 3]
G D G D I spied him where a fountain burst Clear from the rock; his strength was gone. G D G D7 G The heedless water mocked his thirst; He heard it, saw it hurrying on. G D G D I ran and raised the suff'rer up; Thrice from the stream he drained my cup, G D G D7 G Dipped and returned it running o'er; I drank and never thirsted more.
[Verse 4]
G D G D 'Twas night; the floods were out; it blew A winter hurricane aloof. G D G D7 G I heard his voice abroad and flew To bid him welcome to my roof. G D G D I warmed and clothed and cheered my guest And laid him on my couch to rest, G D G D7 G Then made the earth my bed and seemed In Eden's garden while I dreamed.
[Verse 5]
G D G D Stript, wounded, beaten nigh to death, I found him by the highway side. G D G D7 G I roused his pulse, brought back his breath, Revived his spirit, and supplied G D G D Wine, oil, refreshment—he was healed. I had myself a wound concealed, G D G D7 G But from that hour forgot the smart, And peace bound up my broken heart.
[Verse 6]
G D G D In pris'n I saw him next, condemned To meet a traitor's doom at morn. G D G D7 G The tide of lying tongues I stemmed, And honored him 'mid shame and scorn. G D G D My friendship's utmost zeal to try, He asked if I for him would die. G D G D7 G The flesh was weak; my blood ran chill, But my free spirit cried, "I will!"
[Verse 7]
G D G D Then in a moment to my view The stranger started from disguise. G D G D7 G The tokens in his hands I knew; The Savior stood before mine eyes. G D G D He spake, and my poor name he named, "Of me thou hast not been ashamed. G D G D7 G These deeds shall thy memorial be; Fear not, thou didst them unto me."