|Location in The Sacred Harp|
Great Redeemer, friend of sinners,
Thou hast wondírous power to save;
Grant me grace, and still protect me,
Over lifeís tempestuous wave:
May my soul with sacred transport,
View the dawn while yet afar,
And until the sun arises,
Lead me by the morning star.
O! what madness! O! what folly,
That my heart should go astray;
After vain and foolish trifles,
Trifles only of a day:
This vain world with all its pleasures,
Very soon will be no more;
Thereís no object worth admiring,
But the God whom we adore.
See the happy spirits waiting,
On the banks beyond the stream,
Sweet responders still repeating,
Jesus, Jesus is their theme:
Hark! they whisper, lo! they call me,
Sister spirit, come away;
Lo! I come, earth canít contain me,
Hail the realms of endless day.
The Blessed Lamb 54, Stanza 1
Swiftly roll ye lingíring hours,
Seraphs lend your glittíring wings;
Love absorbs my ransom powers,
Heavenly sounds around me rings,
Worlds of light and crowns of glory,
Far above yon azure sky;
When by faith I now behold you.
Iíll enjoy you soon on high.