1 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the Cross I spend,
Life, and health, and peace possessing,
From the sinner's dying Friend.
2 Here I'll sit for ever viewing
Mercie's strems in streams of Blood:
Precious drops, my soul bedewing,
Plead, and claim my peace with God.
3 Truly blessèd is the station,
Low before His Cross to lie,
While I see divine compassion
Pleading in His languid eye.
5 Lord, in ceaseless contemplation
Fix my thankful heart on Thee,
Till I taste Thy full salvation
And Thine unveiled gloriy see.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | Sweet the moments, rich in blessing |
| Meter: | 8s. 7s. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1871 |
| Notes: | Now Public Domain. first rank hymn |