A Poor Wayfaring Man Of Grief chords

[VERSE 1]
A p[G]oor,x wayfaring M[D]anx of grief H[G]athx often crossed me o[D]nxx my way,
Wh[G]oxx sued so humbly [D] xxx for relief That [G] Ixx could never a[D7]nswerx n[G]ay.x
I h[G]adx not pow’r to [D] askx his name, Where[G]tox he went, or wh[D]encex he came;
Yet t[G]herex was something [D] inx his eye That w[G]onx my love; I k[D7]newx not [G] why.x

[VERSE 2]
Once, w[G]henx my scanty me[D]alx was spread, He e[G]ntered;x not a wo[D]rdx he spake,
J[G]ustx perishing fo[D]rxx want of bread. [G] Ixx gave him all; [D7] xxxx he bles[G]sedx it, brake,
And [G] ate,x but gave me [D] xxx part again. Mine [G] xxx was an angel’s portio[D]nxx then,
For w[G]hilex I fed with [D] eagerx haste, The [G] crustx was manna t[D7]oxxx my ta[G]ste.x

[VERSE 3]
I s[G]piedx him where a f[D]ountainx burst Clear f[G]romx the rock; his st[D]rengthx was gone.
The [G] heedlessx water m[D]ockedx his thirst; He [G] heardx it, saw it h[D7]urryingx [G] on.x
I r[G]anx and raised th[D]exx suff’rer up [G] xxx ; Thrice from the stre[D]amx he drained my cup,
Dipped a[G]ndx returned it r[D]unningx o’er; I dr[G]ankx and never t[D7]hirstedx [G] more.x

[VERSE 4]
’Tw[G]asx night; the fl[D]oodsx were out [G] xxx ; it blew A winter hur[D]ricanex aloof.
I hea[G]rdx his voice abr[D]oadx and flew To b[G]idx him welcome [D7] toxx my ro[G]of.x
I w[G]armedx and clothe[D]dxx and cheered [G] xxx my guest And laid him [D] xxx on my couch to rest,
The[G]nxx made the earth [D] xxx my bed and seeme[G]dxx In Eden’s gar[D7]denx whil[G]exx I dreamed.

[VERSE 5]
Stript, w[G]ounded,x beaten n[D]ighx to death, I f[G]oundx him by the h[D]ighwayx side.
I r[G]ousedx his pulse, brought b[D]ackx his breath, Rev[G]ivedx his spirit, [D7] andx supp[G]liedx
Wine, [G] oil,x refreshment[D]—hex was healed. I [G] hadx myself a [D] xxx wound concealed,
But [G] fromx that hour f[D]orgotx the smart, And p[G]eacex bound up my b[D7]rokenx he[G]art.x

[VERSE 6]
In p[G]ris’nx I saw him n[D]ext,x condemned To [G] meetx a traitor’s d[D]oomx at morn.
The t[G]idex of lying ton[D]guesx I stemmed, And h[G]onoredx him ’mid s[D7]hamex and s[G]corn.x
My f[G]riendship’sx utmost z[D]ealx to try, He a[G]skedx if I for h[D]imx would die.
The f[G]leshx was weak; my b[D]loodx ran chill, But [G] myx free spirit [D7] cried,x "[G]Ixx will!”

[VERSE 7]
Then i[G]nxx a moment t[D]oxx my view The st[G]rangerx started from di[D]sguise.x
The t[G]okensx in his han[D]dsx I knew; The Sa[G]viorx stood befo[D7]rexx mine [G] eyes.x
He sp[G]ake,x and my poor n[D]amex he named, "Of [G] mex thou hast not b[D]eenx ashamed.
These [G] deedsx shall thy mem[D]orialx be; Fear n[G]ot,x thou didst them [D7] untox m[G]e.”x