By A Collection of Hymns

      C.M.
      1 O BLESSED, blessed sounds of grace
      Still echoing in my ear,
      Glad is the hour, and loved the place -
      But whence my sudden fear?

      2 What if a sternly righteous doom
      Have sealed this call my last!
      Before me sickness, death, the tomb:
      Behind, the unpardoned past?

      3 My Sabbath suns may all have set,
      My Sabbath scenes be o'er,
      The place, at least, where we are met,
      May know my steps no more;

      4 The prophet of the cross no more
      Again preach peace to me;
      The voice of interceding prayer
      A farewell voice may be.

      5 While yet the life-proclaiming word
      Doth through my conscience thrill,
      Breathe life; and lo! divinely stirred,
      I can repent; I will.

      6 Thou that a will in me hast wrought,
      Haste, work in me to do,
      And lest the purpose leave my thought,
      Now my whole heart renew.

      7 Dying Redeemer, to thy breast,
      A dying wretch I flee,
      Bid me be reconciled and blest,
      And born of God, through thee.