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| − | *[[Hyrum (Man of Grief)]], | + | *[[Hyrum (Man of Grief)]], by [[Ebenezer Beesley]]<ref>[http://mormontimes.com/studies_doctrine/church_history/?id=4102 Original <i>Poor Wayfaring Man</i> had different tune, by Tad Walch, Deseret News, Saturday, Oct 11, 2008]</ref> |
*[[Duane Street]], by [[George Coles]] | *[[Duane Street]], by [[George Coles]] | ||
*[[Sagina]], by [[Thomas Campbell]], 1835 | *[[Sagina]], by [[Thomas Campbell]], 1835 | ||
Revision as of 00:15, 6 November 2008
Contents
Alternate Names
Sheet Music
Using the tune Hyrum
- MIDI
- LilyPond
- Copyright: Public Domain
- Contributer: Veramet 19:48, 21 November 2007 (MST)
External Sheet Music Links
Tunes
- Hyrum (Man of Grief), by Ebenezer Beesley[3]
- Duane Street, by George Coles
- Sagina, by Thomas Campbell, 1835
- St. Crispin, by George Job Elvey, 1862
- Sweet Hour, by William Batchelder Bradbury, 1861
Lyrics
- Poet: James Montgomery (1771–1854), 1826
- Copyright: Public Domain
Lyrics from A Collection of Sacred Hymns for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Europe, 1840
(this version did have some of the verses split up in half)
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."
