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    DUANE
  
  
    STREET.
  
  
    L
  
  
    M
  
  
    D
  
    "For
  
  
    I
  
  
    hungered
  
  
    and
  
  
    ye
  
  
    gave
  
  
    me
  
  
    meat;
  
  
    I
  
  
    was
  
  
    thirsty
  
  
    and
  
  
    ye
  
  
    gave
  
  
    me
  
  
    drink;
  
  
    I
  
  
    was
  
  
    a
  
  
    stranger
  
  
    and
  
  
    ye
  
  
    took
  
  
    me
  
  
    in,
  
  
    naked
  
  
    and
  
  
    ye
  
  
    clothed
  
  
    me."-Matt.
  
  
    25: 35-36.
  
    James
  
  
    Montgomery,
  
  
    1826,
  
  
    Key
  
  
    of
  
  
    A.
  
  
    Major.
  
  
    Rev.
  
  
    George
  
  
    Cole,
  
  
    about
  
  
    1835.
  
  
    Alto
  
  
    by
  
  
    S.
  
  
    M.
  
  
    Denson,
  
  
    1911.
  
    1.
  
  
    A
  
  
    poor
  
  
    way
  
  
    -
  
  
    far-ing
  
  
    man
  
  
    of
  
  
    grief
  
  
    hath
  
  
    of
  
  
    -
  
  
    ten
  
  
    crossd
  
  
    me
  
  
    on
  
  
    my
  
  
    way;
  
  
    Who
  
  
    sued
  
  
    so
  
  
    humbly
  
  
    for
  
  
    re
  
  
    -
  
  
    lief
  
  
    That
  
  
    I
  
  
    could
  
  
    nev
  
  
    -
  
  
    er
  
  
    answer
  
  
    nay.
  
    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.
  
    3
  
  
    In
  
  
    pris-on
  
  
    I
  
  
    saw
  
  
    him
  
  
    next
  
  
    condemned
  
  
    To
  
  
    meet
  
  
    a
  
  
    traitor's
  
  
    doom
  
  
    at
  
  
    morn,
  
  
    The
  
  
    tide
  
  
    of
  
  
    lying
  
  
    tongues
  
  
    stemmed,
  
  
    and
  
  
    honored
  
  
    him
  
  
    mid
  
  
    shame
  
  
    and
  
  
    scorn.
  
    4
  
  
    Then
  
  
    in
  
  
    a
  
  
    moment
  
  
    to
  
  
    my
  
  
    view
  
  
    The
  
  
    stranger
  
  
    started
  
  
    from
  
  
    disguise:
  
  
    The
  
  
    tokens
  
  
    in
  
  
    his
  
  
    hands
  
  
    I
  
  
    knew-my
  
  
    Saviour
  
  
    stood
  
  
    be
  
  
    -
  
  
    fore
  
  
    my
  
  
    eyes.
  
    Chorus.
  
    I
  
  
    had
  
  
    no
  
  
    pow'r
  
  
    to
  
  
    ask
  
  
    his
  
  
    name,
  
  
    Whither
  
  
    he
  
  
    went
  
  
    or
  
  
    whence
  
  
    he
  
  
    came;
  
  
    yet
  
  
    there
  
  
    was
  
  
    something
  
  
    in
  
  
    his
  
  
    eye
  
  
    That
  
  
    won
  
  
    my
  
  
    love
  
  
    I
  
  
    knew
  
  
    not
  
  
    why.
  
    I
  
  
    ran
  
  
    and
  
  
    raised
  
  
    the
  
  
    sufferer
  
  
    up;
  
  
    Thrice
  
  
    from
  
  
    the
  
  
    stream
  
  
    he
  
  
    drained
  
  
    my
  
  
    cup,
  
  
    Dipped
  
  
    and
  
  
    returned
  
  
    it
  
  
    running
  
  
    o'er:
  
  
    I
  
  
    drank
  
  
    and
  
  
    nev
  
  
    -
  
  
    er
  
  
    thirsted
  
  
    more.
  
    My
  
  
    friendship's
  
  
    ut -
  
  
    most
  
  
    zeal
  
  
    to
  
  
    try,
  
  
    He
  
  
    asked
  
  
    if
  
  
    I
  
  
    for
  
  
    him
  
  
    would
  
  
    die:
  
  
    The
  
  
    flesh
  
  
    was
  
  
    weak,
  
  
    my
  
  
    blood
  
  
    ran
  
  
    chill,
  
  
    But
  
  
    the
  
  
    free
  
  
    spi-rit
  
  
    cried,
  
  
    "I
  
  
    will."
  
    He
  
  
    spake
  
  
    and
  
  
    my
  
  
    poor
  
  
    name
  
  
    he
  
  
    named:
  
  
    "Of
  
  
    me
  
  
    thou
  
  
    hast
  
  
    not
  
  
    been
  
  
    ashamed;
  
  
    These
  
  
    deeds
  
  
    shall
  
  
    thy
  
  
    memorial
  
  
    be:
  
  
    Fear
  
  
    not,
  
  
    thou
  
  
    didst
  
  
    it
  
  
    un
  
  
    -
  
  
    to
  
  
    me."
  
    The
  
  
    original
  
  
    title
  
  
    to
  
  
    this
  
  
    hymn
  
  
    was
  
  
    "The
  
  
    Stranger."
  
  
    This
  
  
    hymn
  
  
    has
  
  
    been
  
  
    set
  
  
    to
  
  
    many
  
  
    different
  
  
    tunes,
  
  
    but
  
  
    more
  
  
    immediately
  
  
    associated
  
  
    with
  
  
    Coles'
  
  
    "Duane
  
    Street"
  
  
    than
  
  
    any
  
  
    other
  
  
    music.
  
  
    This
  
  
    is
  
  
    one
  
  
    of
  
  
    the
  
  
    standard
  
  
    tunes
  
  
    that
  
  
    has
  
  
    stood
  
  
    the
  
  
    test
  
  
    many
  
  
    years
  
  
    and
  
  
    is
  
  
    still
  
  
    popular
  
  
    in
  
  
    many
  
  
    sections
  
  
    of
  
  
    the
  
  
    country.
  
  
    George
  
  
    Coles
  
    was
  
  
    born
  
  
    in
  
  
    England,
  
  
    1792,
  
  
    and
  
  
    died
  
  
    in
  
  
    New
  
  
    York
  
  
    City,
  
  
    1858.
  
  
    He
  
  
    was
  
  
    editor
  
  
    of
  
  
    the
  
  
    "New
  
  
    York
  
  
    Christian
  
  
    Advocate
  
  
    for
  
  
    several
  
  
    years.
  
  
    He
  
  
    was
  
  
    a
  
  
    musician
  
  
    of
  
  
    notabil-
  
    ity
  
  
    and
  
  
    a
  
  
    fine
  
  
    singer.
  
  
    In
  
  
    Montgomery's
  
  
    poems,
  
  
    "The
  
  
    Stranger"
  
  
    has
  
  
    seven
  
  
    stanzas.
  
  
    James
  
  
    Montgomery
  
  
    was
  
  
    a
  
  
    minister,
  
  
    was
  
  
    born
  
  
    in
  
  
    Scotland,
  
  
    1771,
  
  
    and
  
  
    died
  
  
    in
  
  
    1854.
  
    He
  
  
    was
  
  
    an
  
  
    editor
  
  
    and
  
  
    did
  
  
    a
  
  
    great
  
  
    deal
  
  
    of
  
  
    literary
  
  
    work.
  
  
    He
  
  
    published
  
  
    several
  
  
    volumes
  
  
    of
  
  
    splendid
  
  
    hymns,
  
  
    and
  
  
    was
  
  
    also
  
  
    a
  
  
    musician,
  
  
    He
  
  
    was
  
  
    an
  
  
    English
  
  
    Moravian,
  
    and
  
  
    poet.
  
  
    Alto
  
  
    by
  
  
    S.
  
  
    M.
  
  
    Denson,
  
  
    1911,
  
  
    and
  
  
    other
  
  
    verses
  
  
    added.