1 Sweet was the time when first I felt
The Saviour's pardoning blood,
Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt,
And bring me home to God.
2 Soon as the morn the light reveal'd
His praises tun'd my tongue;
And, when the evening shades prevail'd,
His love was all my song.
3 In vain the tempter spread his wiles,
The world no more could charm;
I liv'd upon my Saviour's smiles,
And lean'd upon his arm.
4 In prayer my soul drew near the Lord,
And saw his glory shine;
And, when I read his holy word,
I called each promise mine.
5 Then to his saints I often spoke,
Of what his love had done;
But now my heart is almost broke,
For all my joys are gone.
6 Now when the evening shade prevails,
My soul in darkness mourns;
And when the morn the light reveals,
No light to me returns.
7 My prayers are now a chatt'ring noise,
For Jesus hides his face!
I read, the promise meets my eyes,
But will not reach my case.
8 Now Satan threatens to prevail,
And make my soul his prey;
Yet, Lord, thy mercies cannot fail,
O come without delay!
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First Line: | Sweet was the time when first I felt |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
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Topic: | Christian experience: Doubts and Fears; O that I were as in months past! |