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