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Duane Street 164

Tune: George Coles, 1835
Treble: Jesse T. White
Alto: Mrs. Anna L. (Cooper) Blackshear, 1902
Lyrics: James Montgomery, 1826
Meter: Long Meter Double (8,8,8,8,8,8,8,8)
A poor, wayfaring Man of grief
Hath often pass’d 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,
Whither 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 bless’d it, brake,
And ate, but gave me part again,
Mine was an angel’s portion then;
And while I fed with eager haste,
The crust was manna to my taste.

In pris’n I saw Him next, condemn’d
To meet a traitor’s doom at morn;
The tide of lying tongues I stemm’d,
And honor’d Him ’mid shame and scorn.
My friendship’s utmost zeal to try,
He ask’d, if I for Him would die;
The flesh was weak, my blood ran chill,
But the free spirit cried, “I will!”

Then, in a moment, to my view
The stranger started from disguise;
The tokens in His hands I knew
My Savior stood before my 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 it unto Me.”