Sweet the moments, rich in blessing,
Which before the cross I spend;
Life, and health, and peace possessing,
From the sinner’s dying Friend.
Here I’ll sit forever viewing mercy’s
Streams in streams of blood,
Precious drops, my soul bedewing,
Plead and claim my peace with God.
Had I heart to hold its pleasure,
Had I tongue to tell its bliss;
Could I share with all my treasure,
Oh that all my friends were His.
Nothing else could quite so charm me,
No my ev’ry idol hold;
Satan now no more can harm me,
I’ve a home in realms of gold.