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**LDS note: ''Hyrum'' is the tune used in LDS hymnals | **LDS note: ''Hyrum'' is the tune used in LDS hymnals | ||
*''[[Duane Street]]'', by [[George Coles]] (1792–1858) | *''[[Duane Street]]'', by [[George Coles]] (1792–1858) | ||
| + | **LDS note: ''Duane Street'' is ''not'' the tune used in LDS hymnals | ||
*''[[Sagina]]'', by [[Thomas Campbell]], 1835 | *''[[Sagina]]'', by [[Thomas Campbell]], 1835 | ||
*''[[St. Crispin]]'', by [[George Job Elvey]], 1862 | *''[[St. Crispin]]'', by [[George Job Elvey]], 1862 | ||
Revision as of 12:11, 14 February 2009
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, by Ebenezer Beesley[3] (1840–1906), 1889 (tune also known as Man of Grief, and, erroneously, Duane Street)
- LDS note: Hyrum is the tune used in LDS hymnals
- Duane Street, by George Coles (1792–1858)
- LDS note: Duane Street is not the tune used in LDS hymnals
- 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
External Lyrics
- Lyrics from LDS.org (same as from the 1985 LDS hymnal)
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."
