Sweet was the time when first I felt
The Sav­ior’s par­don­ing blood
Applied, to cleanse my soul from guilt,
And bring me home to God.

Soon as the morn the light re­vealed,
His prais­es tuned my tongue;
And when the ev­en­ing shades pre­vailed,
His love was all my song.

In vain the tempt­er spread his wiles,
The world no more could charm;
I lived up­on my Sav­ior’s smiles,
And leaned up­on His arm.

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.

Then to His saints I oft­en spoke;
Of what His love had done;
But now my heart is al­most broke,
For all my joys are gone.

Now when the ev­en­ing shade pre­vails,
My soul in dark­ness mourns,
And when the morn the light re­veals,
No light to me re­turns.

My pray­ers are now a chat­ter­ing noise,
For Je­sus hides His face;
I read, the pro­mise meets my eyes,
But will not reach my case.

Now Sa­tan threat­ens to pre­vail,
And make my soul his prey;
Yet, Lord, Thy mer­cies can­not fail,
O come with­out de­lay.