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A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief

“A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief” Project – Introduction

By Universe Contributor
November 04, 2022 12:00 PM
Introduction to the "Poor Wayfaring Man" project produced by students and staff mentors in the journalism program in the School of Communications at Brigham Young University.
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A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief

“A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief” Project – Verse 1

By Universe Contributor
November 04, 2022 01:00 PM
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 pow’r 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.
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“A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief” Project — Verse 2

By Universe Contributor
November 17, 2022 12:00 PM
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.
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Sharing living water: Improving the hydraulic resources in the Dominican Republic

By Universe Contributor
March 30, 2023 12:00 AM
I spied him where a fountain burst clear from the rock; his strength was gone. The heedless water mocked his thirst; he heard it, saw it hurrying on. I ran and raised the suff’rer up; thrice from the stream he drained my cup, dipped and returned it running o’er; I drank and never thirsted more.
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“A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief” Project – Verse 4

By Universe Contributor
November 04, 2022 04:00 PM
’Twas night; the floods were out; it blew A winter hurricane aloof. I heard his voice abroad and flew To bid him welcome to my roof. I warmed and clothed and cheered my guest And laid him on my couch to rest, Then made the earth my bed and seemed In Eden’s garden while I dreamed.
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“A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief” Project – Verse 5

By Universe Contributor
November 04, 2022 05:00 PM
Stript, wounded, beaten nigh to death, I found him by the highway side. I roused his pulse, brought back his breath, Revived his spirit, and supplied Wine, oil, refreshment—he was healed. I had myself a wound concealed, But from that hour forgot the smart, And peace bound up my broken heart.
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Remembering Rumbula: Preserving the memory of the WWII massacre in Riga

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June 15, 2023 12:00 AM
In pris’n I saw him next, condemned to meet a traitor’s doom at morn. The tide of lying tongues I stemmed, and honored him ’mid shame and scorn. My friendship’s utmost zeal to try, he asked if I for him would die. The flesh was weak; my blood ran chill, but my free spirit cried, “I will!”
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The Savior Stood Before Mine Eyes: Understanding the legacy of Thorvaldsen's Christus statue

By Universe Contributor
November 14, 2024 01:25 PM
The Christus statue, created by Bertel Thorvaldsen, is renowned as an incredible work of art that helps viewers connect with Christ, regardless of their faith origin. What many people may not know about the statue are its origins.
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