Joy to the World ‎#41

41. The Hallowed Spot

1 There is a spot to me more dear,
Than native vale or mountain;
A spot for which affection's tear
Springs grateful from its fountain.
'Tis not where kindred souls abound,
Tho' that is almost heaven,
But where I first my Savior found.
And felt my sins forgiven.

2 Hard was my toil to reach the shore,
Long toss'd upon the ocean;
Above me was the thunders roar,
Beneath, the waves' commotion.
Darkly the pall of night was thrown
Around me faint with terror;
In that dark hour how did my groan
Ascend for years of error.

3 Sinking and panting as for breath
I knew not help was near me;
I cried, "Oh, save me, Lord, from death,
Immortal Jesus, hear me."
Then quick as tho't I felt him mine,
My Savior stood before me;
I saw his brightness round me shine,
And shouted "GLORY, GLORY."

4 O sacred hour! O hallowed spot!
Where love divine first found me;
Wherever falls my distant lot
My heart shall linger round thee.
And when from earth I rise, to soar
Up to my home in heaven,
Down will I cast my eyes once more,
Where I was first forgiven.

Text Information

• First Line: There is a spot to me more dear
• Title: The Hallowed Spot
• Author: Rev. Wm. Hunter, D. D.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1879

Tune Information

• Name: [There is a spot to me more dear]
• Arranger: T. C. O'Kane
• Key: A♭ Major