1 Blest Savior, by thy powerful word,
Once night was turned to day;
And thy salvation joy restored,
Which I had sinned away.
2 'Twas then I wondered and adored,
To see thy grace divine;
I felt thy love, I praised the Lord,
Who made such blessings mine.
3 Wilt thou not still vouchsafe to own
A wretch so vile as I?
May I not still approach thy throne,
And Abba father cry?
4 Lord, speak a gracious word again,
And cheer my drooping heart,
No voice but thine can soothe my pain,
Or bid my fears depart.