O, Wanderer Lost

1 Oh, wanderer lost in the darkness,
Entangled by many a snare,
And seeking a pathway of safety
Amid the wild rocks of despair;
Oh, do you not see the bright vision,
That scatters the darkness of night?
The Son of man, seeking the lost ones,
And bringing them forth to the light.

Refrain:
Sing glory to Jesus, He’s coming this way,
Bright star of the morning that heralds the day,
Oh, glory to Jesus, He hears the sad cry,
“Lord, save or I perish, save me or I die.”

2 Oh, weary one bearing thy burden;
Oh, fallen one crushed ‘neath thy load,
Thy feet unprotected and bleeding,
And rocky and jagged the road;
There’s one bending over to help thee
Who knoweth thy grief and dismay;
The Son of man, seeking the lost ones,
Hath travel’d the very same way. [Refrain]

3 Oh, hopeless one stain’d with dishonor;
Oh, lost one whom kindred disowns;
Deceived by the voice of the tempter,
Who promised thee titles and thrones;
Thy substance devour’d by the stranger,
Thy heart sick with hope still deferr’d.
The Son of man, seeking the lost ones,
Thy pitiful moanings hath heard. [Refrain]

Source: The Finest of the Wheat No. 2 #122

• MIDI file from The Finest of the Wheat No. 2 #122