The Traveller Lost In Night


The trav’ller, lost in night,
Breathes many a longing sigh,
And marks the welcome dawn of light
With rapture in his eye.

Thus sweet the dawn of day
Lost weary sinners find,
When mercy with reviving ray
Beams o’er the fainting mind.

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

Thus dear that friend divine,
Who rescues captive souls,
Unbinds the galling chains of sin,
And all its pow’r controls.

My God! to gospel light
My dawn of hope I owe;
Once, wand’ring in the shades of night,
And sunk in hopeless woe.

Thy hand redeem’d the slave,
And set the pris’ner free.
Be all I am, and all I have,
Devoted, Lord, to thee!