Sweet was the time when first I felt

The Saviour’s pardoning blood

Applied to cleanse my soul from guilt,

And bring me home to God.

2 Soon as the morn the light revealed,

His praises tuned my tongue;

And, when the evening shade prevailed,

His love was all my song.

3 In prayer, my soul drew near the Lord,

And saw his glory shine;

And when I read his holy word,

I called each promise mine.

4 But now, when evening shade prevails,

My soul in darkness mourns;

And when the morn the light reveals,

No light to me returns.

5 Rise, Saviour! help me to prevail,

And make my soul thy care;

I know thy mercy can not fail;

Let me that mercy share.