|Location in The Sacred Harp|
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, for ever viewing
Mercyís streams in streams of blood;
Precious drops my soul bedewing,
Plead and claim my peace with God.
Palmetto 54t, Stanza 1
Had I heart to hold its pleasure,
Had I tongue to tell its bliss;
Could I share with all my treasure,
Oh 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.
Palmetto 54t, Stanza 2
Truly blessed is this station,
Low before his cross to lie;
While I see divine compassion
Floating in his languid eye;
Here it is I find my heaven,
While upon the Lamb I gaze;
Love I much? Iíve much forgiven,
Iím a miracle of grace.
Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears His feet Iíll bathe:
Constant still in faith abiding,
Life deriving from his death.
May I still enjoy this feeling,
In all need to Jesus go;
Prove his wounds each day more healing,
And Himself more deeply know.