Hymns for Sunday-- A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief. Sung at home with guitar.

In this video you’re going to hear 7 awesome verses of the song “A poor wayfaring man.” Which is your favorite? Be sure to tell us in the comments! Watch to the end of the video… to hear the wonderful ending! If you make a great comment I will reply! What hymn would you like to hear me sing? 1. A poor wayfaring Man of grief Hath often crossed me on my way, Who sued so humbly for reliefThat 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. 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 suff’rer 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 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. 
5. Strip’d, 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 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!” 
7. 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.” If you have a favorite hymn or there’s a song that communicates something you really want to hear about let me know! Like and subscribe If you’re interested in this kind of music and let me know what hymn you’d like next. Check out my facebook music pages: https://www.facebook.com/lisasdreamscapes https://www.facebook.com/Lisa-Higbee-818315671686411 My soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/lisa-higbee​ #hymns​ #hymnsinging #apoorwayfaringman #apoorwayfaringmanofgrief