The weary traveler lost in night

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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

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Author: Anne Steele

Anne Steele was the daughter of Particular Baptist preacher and timber merchant William Steele. She spent her entire life in Broughton, Hampshire, near the southern coast of England, and devoted much of her time to writing. Some accounts of her life portray her as a lonely, melancholy invalid, but a revival of research in the last decade indicates that she had been more active and social than what was previously thought. She was theologically conversant with Dissenting ministers and "found herself at the centre of a literary circle that included family members from various generations, as well as local literati." She chose a life of singleness to focus on her craft. Before Christmas in 1742, she declined a marriage proposal from contemporar… Go to person page >

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