Sweet the Moments, Rich in Blessing

Sweet the mo­ments

rich in bless­ing

Which be­fore the cross we spend

Life and health and peace pos­sess­ing

From the sin­ner’s dy­ing friend.

Here I stay

for­ev­er view­ing

Mercy stream­ing in His blood;

Precious drops

my soul be­dew­ing

Plead and claim my peace with God.

Truly bless­èd is the sta­tion

Low be­fore His cross to lie

While I see di­vine com­pass­ion

Floating in His lang­uid eye.

Here we find our hope of Heav­en

While up­on the Lamb we gaze;

Loving much

and much for­giv­en

Let our hearts o’er­flow with praise.

Oh

that

near the cross abid­ing

We may to the Sav­ior cleave

Naught with Him our hearts di­vid­ing

All for Him con­tent to leave!

Lord

in cease­less con­tem­pla­tion

Fix our hearts and eyes on Thee

Till we taste Thy full sal­va­tion

And un­veiled Thy glo­ries see.

For Thy sor­rows we adore Thee

For the griefs that wrought our peace;

Gracious Sav­ior

we im­plore Thee

In our hearts Thy love in­crease.