I.

The weary traveller, 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 heavenly 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 generous 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 power controuls.

V.

Jesus, to thy soul-cheering light,
My dawn of hope I owe;
Once, wandering in the shades of night,
And lost in hopeless woe.

VI.

'Twas thy dear hand redeem'd the slave,
And set the prisoner free;
Be all I am, and all I have,
Devoted, Lord, to thee!

VII.

But stronger ties than nature knows
My grateful love consine;
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.