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My Faith
A Poor Wayfaring Man
of Grief
LDS Hymnal p.29 -
James Montgomery--
Hymn sung at the martyrdom
of the Prophet Joseph Smith.
See History of the Church,
6:614-15.
Poet's Pen
Mightier Than He Knew
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.
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 a-gain. Mine was an angel's portion then,
For while
I fed with eager haste, The crust was manna to my taste.
I spied him
where a fountain burst Clear from the rock; his strength was gone.
The
heedless water mocked his thirst; He heard it, saw it hurrying on.
I ran and
raised the suff'rer up; Thrice from the stream he drained my cup,
Dipped and
returned it running o'er; I drank and never thirsted more.
'Twas
night; the floods were out; it blew A winter hurricane aloof.
I heard
his voice abroad and flew To bid him welcome to my roof.
I warmed
and clothed and cheered my guest And laid him on my couch to rest;
Then made
the earth my bed, and seemed In Eden's garden while I dreamed.
Stript,
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,
refreshment--he was healed. 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."Return to
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