1 It came to me one precious day,
That I had grieved my Lord away;
It smote me with a sense of loss,
And drove me to His blessed cross.
By faith I saw Him on the tree;
‘Twas there His blood was shed for me;
And by that look, O love Divine!
I now am His, and He is mine.
2 It came to me that joyful day,
That He would take my sins away,
If I to Him would trust my all,
And on His name but humbly call. [Refrain]
3 It came to me that golden day,
That in my heart He’d come and stay,
And there abide for evermore,
If I would open wide the door. [Refrain]Source: Sacred Songs No. 2 #12