1 In his own appointed hour,
To my heart the Saviour spoke;
Touch's me by his spirit's pow'r,
And my dang'rous slumber broke.
2 Then I saw and own'd my guilt,
Soon my gracious Lord reply'd:
"Fear not, I my blook have spilt,
'Twas for such as thee I dy'd."
3 Shame and wonder, joy and love,
All at once possess'd my heart;
Can I hope thy grace to prove,
After acting such a part?
4 "Thou hast greatly sinn'd, he said,
But I freely all forgive;
I myself the debt have paid,
Now I bid thee rise and live."
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First Line: | In his own appointed hour |
Title: | The sovereign call of Christ |
Meter: | Sevens |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1799 |
Topic: | Christ: His sovereign call |