Sweet the moments, rich in blessing,

Which before the cross I spend;

Life, and health, and peace possessing,

From the sinner’s dying Friend.

Here I'll sit, for ever viewing

Mercy’s streams in streams of blood;

Precious drops, my soul bedewing,

Plead, and claim my peace with God.

Truly blessed is this station

Low before His cross to lie;

While I see divine compassion

Beaming in His languid eye.

Love and grief my heart dividing,

With my tears His feet I’ll bathe;

Constant still in faith abiding,

Life deriving from His death.

Lord, in ceaseless contemplation

Fix my thankful heart on Thee;

Till I taste Thy full salvation,

And Thine unveil’d glory see.