When Far Astray

When far astray in sin

one day

The lov­ing Sav­ior passed my way;

As help­less

sick

and sore I lay

Deep in the pit and mi­ry clay.

He stooped and touched me in my shame;

I felt His touch

I breathed His name;

A thrill di­vine went through my soul—

I felt that touch had made me whole.

For you I drank the bit­ter cup

Thus Je­sus said

and raised me up;

He raised me up

O praise the Lamb

From what I was to what I am!

I know the depths from whence I came;

Thou know­est

too

how weak my frame;

Keep Thou my hand with­in Thine own

For

O

I dare not walk alone!

Close by the side of such a friend

Whose love could such a depth des­cend

I shall not wan­der from the fold

For pow­er to save is grace to hold.