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The weary traveler lost in night

The weary traveler lost in night

Author: Anne Steele
Published in 6 hymnals

Representative Text

I. The weary trav'ler, lost in night,
Breathes many a longing sigh,
And marks the welcome dawn of light,
With rapture in his eye.

II. Thus sweet the dawn of heav'nly day
Lost weary sinners find;
When mercy with reviving ray,
Beams o'er the fainting mind.

III. To slaves oppress'd with cruel chains,
How kind, how dear the friend,
Whose gen'rous hand relieves their pains,
And bids their sorrows end!

IV. Thus kind, thus dear, that friend divine
Who ransoms captive souls,
Unbinds the cruel chains of sin,
And all its pow'r controuls.

V. Jesus, to thy soul-chearing light,
My dawn of hope I owe;
Once, wand'ring in the shades of night,
And lost in hopeless woe.

VI. 'Twas thy dear hand redeem'd the slave,
And set the pris'ner free;
Be all I am, and all I have,
Devoted, Lord, to thee!

VII. But stronger ties than nature knows,
My grateful love confine;
And ev'n that love, thy hand bestows,
Which wishes to be thine.

VIII. Here, at thy feet, I wait thy will,
And live upon thy word:
O give me warmer love and zeal,
To serve my dearest Lord.

Source: Poems on Subjects Chiefly Devotional, Vol. 1 #18

Author: Anne Steele

Anne Steele was born at Broughton, Hampshire, in 1717. Her father was a timber merchant, and at the same time officiated as the lay pastor of the Baptist Society at Broughton. Her mother died when she was 3. At the age of 19 she became an invalid after injuring her hip. At the age of 21 she was engaged to be married but her fiance drowned the day of the wedding. On the occasion of his death she wrote the hymn "When I survey life's varied scenes." After the death of her fiance she assisted her father with his ministry and remained single. Despite her sufferings she maintained a cheerful attitude. She published a book of poetry Poems on subjects chiefly devotional in 1760 under the pseudonym "Theodosia." The remaining works were published a… Go to person page >

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First Line: The weary traveler lost in night
Author: Anne Steele



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A Collection of Hymns from Various Authors. New ed. #d315

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A Collection of Psalms and Hymns #187

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A Selection of Sacred Poetry #187

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A Selection of Sacred Poetry #187


Poems on Subjects Chiefly Devotional, Vol. 1 #18

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