Blest Was The Hour That Heavenly Fire
Lit Up My Darkened Soul;
A Heavy Load, By Jesus’ Power,
Did From My Bosom Roll.

While At The Mercy Seat I Knelt,
My Lord I Did Behold;
No Tongue Can Tell The Joy I Felt—
’Tis Better Felt Than Told.

O Blessed Gift! From Off The Throne
There Came A Living Spark;
A Holy Light Within Me Shone,
Where All Before Was Dark.

O Holy Light! Still Shine On Me
Sweet Rays Of Heavenly Love;
Naught Else But Thee, Oh, Let Me See,
Till Crowned In Heaven Above.

Oh, Let Me Feel, From Day To Day
His Presence Still So Near;
A Holy Light To Mark The Way,
While I Shall Sojourn Here.

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