Trav’ling thro’ the vale of woe,
A soul is lodg’d with me,
Nothing can it find below
But want and poverty,
In its journey to the skies
I cannot furnish it with bread:
Father, hear, in mercy rise,
My famish’d guest to feed.
Traveling through the vale of woe
Hymnal/Album: Originally titled: “‘For a friend of mine in his journey is come to me, and I have nothing to set before him.’—[Luke 11,] v. 6.” This hymn appears in the 1766 manuscript “MS Luke.” This manuscript is part of the collection of the Methodist Archive and Research Centre in The John Rylands Library, The University of Manchester (accession number MA 1977/575, Charles Wesley Notebooks Box 3). Accessed through the website of The Center for Studies in the Wesleyan Tradition, Duke Divinity School. Published in S.T. Kimbrough Jr. and Oliver A. Beckerlegge, eds., The Unpublished Poetry of Charles Wesley, vol. 2 (Nashville: Kingswood Books, 1990), page 127.
Publishing: Public Domain