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*[[St. Crispin]], by [[George Job Elvey]], 1862
 
*[[St. Crispin]], by [[George Job Elvey]], 1862
 
*[[Sweet Hour]], by [[William Batchelder Bradbury]], 1861
 
*[[Sweet Hour]], by [[William Batchelder Bradbury]], 1861
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=Lyrics=
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*Copyright: [[Public Domain]]
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==Lyrics from [[A Collection of Sacred Hymns for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Europe, 1840]]==
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<pre>Hymn 225
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L.M.D.
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1. A poor wayfaring man of grief
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Hath often crossed me on my way,
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Who sued so humbly for relief
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That I could never answer Nay:
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I had not power to ask his name,
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Whither he went or whence he came;
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Yet there was something in his eye
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That won my love, I know not why.
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2. Once when my scanty meal was spread,
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He entered; not a word he spake;
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Just perishing for want of bread;
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I gave him all: he blessed it, brake;
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And ate, but gave me part again;
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Mine was an angel's portion then,
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For while I fed with eager haste,
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The crust was manna to my taste.
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3. I spied him where a fountain burst
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Clear from the rock; - his strength was gone;
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The heedless water mocked his thirst,
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He heard it, saw it, hurrying on:
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I ran and raised the sufferer up,
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Thrice from the stream he drained my cup,
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Dipped and returned it running o'er;
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I drank, and never thirsted more.
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4. 'Twas night, the floods were out, it blew
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A winter hurricane aloof;
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I heard his voice abroad, and flew
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To bid him welcome to my roof:
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I warmed, I clothed, I cheered my guest,
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I laid him on my couch to rest,
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Then made the earth my bed, and seemed
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In Eden's garden while I dreamed.
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5. Stript, wounded beaten, nigh to death,
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I found him by the highway side;
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I roused his pulse, brought back his breath,
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Revived his spirit, and supplied
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Wine, oil, refreshment; he was healed;
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I had, myself, a wound concealed,
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But from that hour forgot the smart,
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And peace bound up my broken heart.
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6. In prison I saw him next, - condemned
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To meet a traitor's doom at morn;
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The tide of lying tongues I stemmed,
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And honoured him mid'st shame and scorn:
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My friendship's utmost zeal to try,
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He asked - if I for him would die;
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The flesh was weak, my blood ran chill,
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But the free Spirit cried, "I will."
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7. Then in a moment to my view,
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The stranger started from disguise;
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The tokens in his hands I knew,
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My Saviour stood before mine eyes;
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He spake - and my poor name he named. -
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"Of me thou hast not been ashamed.
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"These deeds shall thy memorial be;
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"Fear not, thou didst them unto me."</pre>
  
 
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Lyrics from A Collection of Sacred Hymns for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Europe, 1840

Hymn 225
L.M.D.
1. 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 power to ask his name,
Whither he went or whence he came;
Yet there was something in his eye
That won my love, I know not why.

2. 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 angel's portion then,
For while I fed with eager haste,
The crust was manna to my taste.

3. 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 sufferer up,
Thrice from the stream he drained my cup,
Dipped and returned it running o'er;
I drank, and never thirsted more.

4. '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, I clothed, I cheered my guest,
I laid him on my couch to rest,
Then made the earth my bed, and seemed
In Eden's garden while I dreamed.

5. 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.

6. In prison I saw him next, - condemned
To meet a traitor's doom at morn;
The tide of lying tongues I stemmed,
And honoured him mid'st 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 the free Spirit cried, "I will."

7. Then in a moment to my view,
The stranger started from disguise;
The tokens in his hands I knew,
My Saviour 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."
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