James Montgomery Poems
|41.||In The Hour Of Trial||1/3/2003|
|42.||Sow In The Morn Thy Seed||1/3/2003|
|43.||Stand Up And Bless The Lord||1/3/2003|
|44.||A Cry From South Africa||1/3/2003|
|46.||People Of The Living God||1/3/2003|
|47.||The Lord Is My Shepherd||1/3/2003|
|48.||Lift Up Your Heads, Ye Gates Of Brass;||4/15/2010|
|49.||The Daisy - On Finding One In Bloom On Christmas-Day||4/15/2010|
|50.||Arnold Von Winkelried||1/26/2015|
|52.||Prayer Is The Soul's Sincere Desire||1/3/2003|
|53.||A Poor Wayfaring Man Of Grief||1/3/2003|
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A Poor Wayfaring Man Of Grief
A poor wayfaring Man of grief
Hath often crossed me on my way,
Who sued so humbly for relief
That I could never answer nay.
I had not power to ask his name,
Whereto he went, or whence he came;
Yet there was something in his eye
That won my love; I knew not why.
Once, when my scanty meal was spread,
He entered; not a word he spake,
Just perishing for want of bread.
I gave him all; he blessed it, brake,
And ate, but gave me part again.
Mine was an angel’s portion then,
For while I fed with eager haste,
The crust was manna to my taste.
People Of The Living God
People of the living God,
I have sought the world around;
Paths of sin and sorrow trod,
Peace and comfort nowhere found:
Now to you my spirit turns—
Turns a fugitive unblest;
Brethren, where your altar burns,
Oh, receive me into rest.