Sweet The Moments, Rich In Blessing,
Which Before The Cross We Spend,
Life And Health And Peace Possessing
From The Sinner’s Dying Friend.

Here I Stay, Forever Viewing
Mercy Streaming In His Blood;
Precious Drops, My Soul Bedewing,
Plead And Claim My Peace With God.

Truly Blessed Is The Station,
Low Before His Cross To Lie,
While I See Divine Compassion
Floating In His Languid Eye.

Lord, In Ceaseless Contemplation
Fix Our Hearts And Eyes On Thee,
Till We Taste Thy Full Salvation,
And Thine Unveiled Glory See.