Sweet the moments, rich in blessing,

Which before the cross I spend;

Life, and health, and peace possessing,

From the sinner’s dying friend.

2 Here I’ll sit, for ever viewing

Mercy streaming in his blood;

Precious drops! my soul bedewing,

Plead they now my peace with God.

3 Truly blesséd is this station,

Here unfolds his wondrous grace;

While I see divine compassion

Beaming in his lovely face.

4 Here it is I find my heaven,

While upon the cross I gaze;

Here the joy of sins forgiven

Shall inspire my songs of praise.

5 Love and grief my heart dividing,

While his feet I bathe with tears;

Constant still in faith abiding—

Hope triumphant o’er my fears.

6 Lord! in ceaseless contemplation,

Fix my trusting heart on thee,

Till I know thy full salvation,

And thy face in glory see.