1 In the paths of sin I travelled,
Laden with my woe;
Naught of rest or comfort gaining,
Naught could peace bestow.
Lo! I met a sweet-voiced stranger,
Knew not whence he came,
Till his nail-scarred hands he offered,
Then I knew his name.
Blessed stranger, now a friend,
Dearer far than earth can show;
Kindness he will e’er extend,
Want or fear I ne’er shall know.
2 All unworthy of his favor,
I to him have come;
Rest form all my weary labor,
I shall find at home.
Priceless are his gifts of mercy,
Grace and pardon free;
Pure and earnest my devotion
To his cause shall be. [Refrain]
3 He’s the chief among ten thousand,
Heart and soul I give forever
To this Friend divine.
Ev’ry day I’m sweetly learning
Of his tenderness,
Flow’rs are in my pathway springing,
As the miles grow less. [Refrain]