1 Once perishing in blood I lay,
Creatures no help could give;
But Jesus passed me in the way,
He saw, and bid me live.
2 O, can I e'er that day forget,
When Jesus kindly spoke!
"Poor soul, my blood has paid thy debt,
And now I break thy yoke.
3 "Behold I take thee for my own,
And give myself to thee;
Forsake the idols thou hast known,
And yield thyself to me."
4 Ah worthless heart! it promised fair,
And said it would be thine;
I little thought it e'er would dare,
Again with idols join.
5 Lord, dost thou such back-slidings heal,
And pardon all that's past?
Sure, if I am not made of steel,
I shall relent at last
6 My tongue, which rashly spoke before,
Thy mercy will restrain;
Surely I now shall boast no more,
Nor censure, nor complain.
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799