O BLESSED, blessed sounds of grace Still echoing in my ear, Glad is the hour,...

O BLESSED, blessed sounds of grace Still echoing in my ear, Glad is the hour, and loved the place - But whence my sudden fear?

What if a sternly righteous doom Have sealed this call my last! Before me sickness, death, the tomb: Behind, the unpardoned past?

My Sabbath suns may all have set, My Sabbath scenes be o'er, The place, at least, where we are met, May know my steps no more;

The prophet of the cross no more Again preach peace to me; The voice of interceding prayer A farewell voice may be.

While yet the life-proclaiming word Doth through my conscience thrill, Breathe life; and lo! divinely stirred, I can repent; I will.

Thou that a will in me hast wrought, Haste, work in me to do, And lest the purpose leave my thought, Now my whole heart renew.

Dying Redeemer, to thy breast, A dying wretch I flee, Bid me be reconciled and blest, And born of God, through thee.