A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief - Mormon Tabernacle Choir

A poor wayfaring man of grief

Hath often crossed me on my way

Who sued so humbly for reilef

That I could never answer nay

I had not power to ask his name

Where to he want 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 blessed it, brake,

And ate but gave me part again

Mine was an angels portion then.

But while I fed with eager haste

The crust was manna to my taste.

In prison 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!"

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."

These deeds shall thy memorial be;

Fear not, thou didst them unto me."