O Blessèd Hour

O bless­èd hour when first I knew

Jesus

my dear Sav­ior

When to the cross my soul He drew

Jesus

my dear Sav­ior;

’Twas there I found sweet peace and rest

A trem­bling joy with­in my breast

A pre­cious friend

a heav’n­ly guest

Jesus

my dear Sav­ior.

He rolled the bur­den from my soul

Jesus

my dear Sav­ior

He made my wound­ed spir­it whole

Jesus

my dear Sav­ior;

He ban­ished all my grief and pain

He washed away my guil­ty stain;

He made my heart rejoice again

Jesus

my dear Sav­ior.

What can I do for this kind friend

Jesus

my dear Sav­ior?

I’ll love Him

serve Him to the end

Jesus

my dear Sav­ior;

And when at last my work is o’er

And I shall reach the heav’n­ly shore

I’ll sing His prais­es ev­er­more

Jesus

my dear Sav­ior.