Rob Gardner - A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief lyrics
[Rob Gardner - A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief lyrics]
A poor, wayfaring Man of grief
Hath often crossed me on my way
Who sued so humbly for relief
That I could never answer nay
I had not pow'r to ask his name
Whereto he went, or whence he came
Yet there was something in his eye
That won my love I knew not why
Stripped, wounded, beaten nigh to death
I found him by the highway side
I roused his pulse, brought back his breath
Revived his spirit, and supplied
Wine, oil, refrеshment- he was healеd
I had myself a wound concealed
But from that hour forgot the smart
And peace bound up my broken heart
In pris'n 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"
Hath often crossed me on my way
Who sued so humbly for relief
That I could never answer nay
I had not pow'r to ask his name
Whereto he went, or whence he came
Yet there was something in his eye
That won my love I knew not why
Stripped, wounded, beaten nigh to death
I found him by the highway side
I roused his pulse, brought back his breath
Revived his spirit, and supplied
Wine, oil, refrеshment- he was healеd
I had myself a wound concealed
But from that hour forgot the smart
And peace bound up my broken heart
In pris'n 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"