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A Poor Wayfaring Man Of Grief chords

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Simple open chords version for accompanying singing. Capo I if you want to play with piano, but can play without if just using guitar. Was this info helpful? Yes No
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[Verse 1]
   G               D            G                     D
A poor, wayfaring Man of grief Hath often crossed me on my way,
  G               D                G              D7     G
Who sued so humbly for relief That I could never answer nay.
   G               D                  G                D
I had not pow’r to ask his name, Whereto he went, or whence he came;
     G                  D                G              D7      G
Yet there was something in his eye That won my love; I knew not why.

[Verse 2]
       G               D                  G               D
Once, when my scanty meal was spread, He entered; not a word he spake,
 G               D                G              D7      G
Just perishing for want of bread. I gave him all; he blessed it, brake,
    G               D                G                     D
And ate, but gave me part again. Mine was an angel’s portion then,
     G               D                G                D7     G
For while I fed with eager haste, The crust was manna to my taste.

[Verse 3]
   G                 D                    G                   D
I spied him where a fountain burst Clear from the rock; his strength was gone.
    G               D                    G                 D7      G
The heedless water mocked his thirst; He heard it, saw it hurrying on.
   G               D            G                     D
I ran and raised the suff’rer up; Thrice from the stream he drained my cup,
        G               D                G              D7      G
Dipped and returned it running o’er; I drank and never thirsted more.

[Verse 4]
   G               D            G                     D
’Twas night; the floods were out; it blew A winter hurricane aloof.
     G               D                G              D7      G
I heard his voice abroad and flew To bid him welcome to my roof.
   G               D            G                     D
I warmed and clothed and cheered my guest And laid him on my couch to rest,
   G               D                G              D7      G
Then made the earth my bed and seemed In Eden’s garden while I dreamed.

[Verse 5]
         G               D                G                D
Stript, wounded, beaten nigh to death, I found him by the highway side.
   G                         D                  G                D7      G
I roused his pulse, brought back his breath, Revived his spirit, and supplied
      G               D                 G           D
Wine, oil, refreshment—he was healed. I had myself a wound concealed,
    G               D                     G                 D7      G
But from that hour forgot the smart, And peace bound up my broken heart.

[Verse 6]
    G                D                 G                 D
In pris’n I saw him next, condemned To meet a traitor’s doom at morn.
     G               D                    G                D7        G
The tide of lying tongues I stemmed, And honored him ’mid shame and scorn.
    G                   D               G              D
My friendship’s utmost zeal to try, He asked if I for him would die.
     G                  D                   G              D7      G
The flesh was weak; my blood ran chill, But my free spirit cried, “I will!”

[Verse 7]
      G           D               G                     D
Then in a moment to my view The stranger started from disguise.
     G               D                G              D7      G
The tokens in his hands I knew; The Savior stood before mine eyes.
     G                 D                 G                 D
He spake, and my poor name he named, “Of me thou hast not been ashamed.
      G                  D               G                   D7    G
These deeds shall thy memorial be; Fear not, thou didst them unto me.”

            
            
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