1 'Tis Jesus calls my soul away,
I hear his voice and I obey;
For sure his wondrous power to save,
Strangely perfumes the wasting grave.
2 My weakness, weariness and pain,
My glorious leader can sustain,
To heal the wounds of sin and death
He bids me look to him by faith.
3 Faith like an anchor, through the veil,
Secures a hold that cannot fail;
There, through a Savior's cleansing blood,
Beholds a reconciled God.
4 This tottering frame I feel give way,
My sight decays, I lose the day;
But sure I fell a power divine,
And heavenly glories round me shine.
5 In love triumphing now i sing,
Death and the grace have lost their ting,
Adieu, corruption, sin and pain,
With Jesus now I live and reign.
6 O the bright glories of the place,
What radiant smiles from Jesu's face1
Too bright for mortal heart to bear
'Tis heaven itself I see and hear.
7 Strangely inspired, I find my tongue
Can speak my feelings in my song,
And all the heavenly armies join,
To sing Messiah all divine.
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799