| Stanza | Poetry Source by First Line | |||
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| 1 |
Sweet the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross I spend, Life, and health, and peace possessing, From the sinner's dying friend. Here I'll sit forever viewing Mercy's streams in streams of blood; Precious drops, my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God. |
Sweet the moments, rich in blessing,, Stanza 1 |
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| 2 |
Had I heart to hold its pleasure, Had I tongue to tell its bliss; Could I share with all my treasure, O that all my friends were his. Nothing else could quite so charm me, Nor my ev'ry idol hold. Satan now no more can harm me, I've a home in realms of gold. |
Sweet the moments, rich in blessing,, Stanza 4 |