The Treasury Of Sacred Song

I oft recal the moments dear,

Enjoy'd in penitential tear:

A beam of pardon through me shined,

Diffusing sweetness o'er my mind;

Upon my knees, while that I felt,

I could eternally have dwelt.

LORD! while in view Thy love I keep,

The fruits of love I daily reap,

Grief with fresh consolations cheer'd,

Hope nearer towards assurance rear'd;

Of GOD beloved, more likeness gain'd,

Or frailty with fresh aids sustain'd:

To prayer some gracious answer sent,

Some meditation more intent,

Or sudden fervency devout,

Or heavenly guidance when in doubt --

Ah, what am I, great GOD should be

Thus wondrously benign to me!