|Stanza||Poetry Source by First Line|
Sweet the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend,
Life, and health, and peace possessing,
From the sinnerís dying friend.
Here Iíll sit forever viewing
Mercyís 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
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 evíry idol hold.
Satan now no more can harm me,
Iíve a home in realms of gold.
Sweet the moments, rich in blessing,, Stanza 2