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Un pobre forastero
Author: James Montgomery, 1771-1854 Hymnal: Himnos de la Iglesia de Jesucristo de Los Santos de Los Últimos Días #16 (1992) Hymnal Title: Himnos de la Iglesia de Jesucristo de Los Santos de Los Últimos Días Scripture: Matthew 25:31-40 Languages: Spanish Tune Title: [Un pobre forastero]
Un pobre forastero
A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief
Author: James Montgomery, 1771–1854 Hymnal: Hymns of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints #29 (1985) Hymnal Title: Hymns of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints Lyrics: 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 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. 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 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.” Topics: Jesus Christ Savior; Love; Parables; Restoration; Service Scripture: Matthew 25:31-40 Languages: English Tune Title: DUANE STREET
A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief
A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief
Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #5612 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Hymnal Title: The Cyber Hymnal Lyrics: 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,
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. Stripped, 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. Languages: English Tune Title: MAN OF GRIEF
A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief
Um Pobre E Aflito Viajor
Author: James Montgomery, 1771-1854; Desconhecido Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #15230 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Hymnal Title: The Cyber Hymnal Lyrics: 1 Um pobre e aflito viajor
Por meus caminhos ao cruzar
Auxílio suplicou-me e amor
E eu não pude lhe negar.
Seu nome nunca perguntei
Qual seu destino ou sua grei
Mas seu olhar, consolação
Me trouxe ao triste coração.
2 A minha mesa tão frugal
Estava posta quando entrou.
Tão fraco estava que, afinal,
Eu tudo dei-lhe, ele tomou
Mas deu-me parte a mim também
Qual pão do céu, manjar do além
Aliviou-me toda a dor
Qual do maná foi seu sabor.
3 De um regato o vi se aproximar
Cansado e só chegar ali
Mas já sem forças tropeçar
Ao pé da fonte o socorri
Em seu auxílio me apressei
Meu próprio copo lhe ofertei
Após beber, também bebi
E sede nunca mais sofri.
4 Em noite horrível, a chamar,
Mesclada ao som do furacão,
Sua voz ouvindo o fui buscar
E dei-lhe abrigo e proteção.
Calor e roupas eu lhe dei
Meu próprio leito lhe ofertei
No chão deitei-me a repousar
E foi tão doce o meu sonhar.
5 Na estrada, um dia, o encontrei,
Ferido e prestes a morrer;
Seu corpo e alma confortei,
Curei-lhe as dores e o sofrer.
Oculta dor que me afligia,
Naquele instante eu não sentia
E nunca mais essa aflição
Tornou ferir meu coração.
6 Na prisão, um dia, o vi chorar
Sob o rigor da humana lei;
As torpes línguas fíz calar
E sob escárnio honra lhe dei.
Por ele me pediu morrer
Senti a carne, vil, tremer
Mas forte o espírito venceu
E respondi-lhe: "Aqui estou eu."
7 O estranho, então, se transformou
Naquele instante e mesmo ali
As mãos e o lado me mostrou
Meu Salvador reconheci.
Meu pobre nome ouvi chamar:
"Tu que soubeste assim me amar,
Dando aos humildes teu amor,
Vem para o gozo do Senhor." Languages: Portuguese Tune Title: MAN OF GRIEF
Um Pobre E Aflito Viajor
A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief
Author: Montgomery Hymnal: The Songs of Zion #4 (1918) Hymnal Title: The Songs of Zion Languages: English Tune Title: [A poor wayfaring man of grief]
A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief
