1 The trav'ller, lost in night,
Breathes many a longing sigh,
And marks the welcome dawn of light
With rapture in his eye.
2 Thus sweet the dawn of day
Lost weary sinners find,
When mercy with reviving ray
Beams o'er the fainting mind.
3 To slaves oppress with chains,
How kind, how dear the friend,
Whose gen'rous hand relieves their pains,
And bids their sorrows end!
4 Thus dear that friend divine,
Who rescues captive souls,
Unbinds the galling chains of sin,
And all its pow'r controls.
5 My God! to gospel light
My dawn of hope I owe;
Once, wand'ring in the shades of night,
And sunk in hopeless woe.
6 Thy hand redeem'd the slave,
And set the pris'ner free.
Be all I am, and all I have,
Devoted, Lord, to thee!
Source: A Collection of Hymns and A Liturgy: for the use of Evangelical Lutheran Churches; to which are added prayers for families and individuals #257
First Line: | The traveller lost in night |
Author: | Anne Steele |
Copyright: | Public Domain |