It seem'd to charge me with his death, Though not a word he spoke.
4 My conscience felt, and own'd the guilt,
And plunged me in despair;
I saw my sins his blood had spilt,
And help'd to nail him there.
5 A second look he gave, which said,
"I freely all forgive;
This blood is for thy ransom paid;
I die, that thou may'st live."
6 Thus, while his death my sin displays In all its blackest hue,
Such is the mystery of grace-
It seals my pardon, too.
Yang minister comfort in wo,
angels who mortals attend,
Come listen, ye heavenly friends,
My happier story to know:
I sing of a theme most sublime,
No sorrow my song can control-
I sing of the rapturous time,
When Jesus spoke peace to my soul.
2 When guilt my poor heart did assail,
Because I had wandered from God,
I strove my sad case to bewail,
My sins were a cumbrous load.
O Savior, have mercy! I cried,
Oh, pardon a wretch that's so vile!
Then quickly his blood was applied,
And Jesus spoke peace to my soul.
3 My guilt, like the cloud of the morn,
Was chased in a moment away;
The joy of my soul, newly born,
Increased like the dawning of day.
My Savior redeemed me from sin-
He saves not in part but in whole;
He writes his salvation within-
For, oh! he spoke peace to my soul.
4 I am now so blessed with his love,
I covet not earth's greatest store;
He visits me oft from above-
I have him-I want nothing more:
Resigned to his pleasure, I'd live
Till time's latest cycle shall roll,
His utmost salvation receive,
For, oh! he spoke peace to my soul.
5 Nor Satan, nor sin can dismay,
No danger my soul can affright,
While onward to mansions of day
I go in Immanuel's might.
Though earth in convulsions shall rend,
From the center quite through to each pole,
I'll smile, for I'm sure of a friend,
Since Jesus spoke peace to my soul.
6 Ye angels who wait while I sing, And patiently hear my glad song, Come, bear me to Jesus, my King, To join with the heavenly throng. "Tis there I'll eternally feast
On joys that enrapture the whole; All heaven would welcome the guest, Since Jesus spoke peace to my soul,
7 Farewell to earth's glittering toys, Farewell to my friends and my foes;
I haste from these scenes to the skies,
Where pleasure eternally flows.
He bids me leave all for his sake-
I'll run till I reach the bless'd goal-
Then me to his arms he will take,
Oh! there he'll speak peace to my soul.
HE angry clouds are breaking,
The storm of grief is o'er;
The sun of peace is shining,
Dear sinner, weep no more.
2 Thy grief for sin is ending,
Thy joys are now begun;
Then heavenword ascending,
Thy Christian journey run.
AVED by grace, I live to tell
He redeemed my soul from hell,
Of a rebel made a son.
2 O, I tremble still to think,
How secure I liv'd in sin!
Sporting on destruction's brink,
Yet preserv'd from falling in.
3 In a kind, propitious hour,
To my heart the Savior spoke;
Touch'd
me by his Spirit's power,
And my dang'rous slumber broke.
4 Then I saw and own'd my guilt-
Soon my gracious Lord replied,
"Fear not: I my blood have spilt;
"Twas for such as thee I died."
5 Shame and wonder, joy and love,
All at once possess'd my heart;
Can I hope thy grace to prove,
After acting such a part?
6 "Thou hast greatly sinn'd," he said,
"But I freely all forgive;
I, myself, the debt have paid,
Now I bid thee rise and live."
7 Come, my fellow sinner, try; Jesus' heart is full of love. O that you, as well as I,
May his wond'rous mercy prove.
8 He has sent me to declare, All is ready, all is free;
Why should any soul despair,
When he saved a wretch like me?
HY should I be affrighted
At pestilence or war?
The fiercer be the tempest,
The sooner it is o'er.
With Jesus in the vessel,
The billows rise in vain;
They only will convey me
To yonder blissful plain,
With glory in my soul.
2 Although my flesh is mortal,
Immortal is my hope;
I'll try, like holy Moses,
To gain the mountain top,
And, at Jehovah's bidding,
With confidence to die,
And then ascend to heaven,
To reign above the sky,
With glory in my soul.
3 I feel that Jesus loves me,
But why I do not know:
To him I'm so unfaithful
In what I have to do;
I grieve to see my failures,
But he doth all forgive,
Which makes me love him more and more,
By faith in him to live,
With glory in my soul.
4 Though sinners do despise me,
And laugh at what I say,
I'll join the little number,
And walk the holy way.
The way is so delightful
I mean to travel on
Till I am call'd away
To receive a starry crown,
With glory in my soul.
5 We soon shall reach fair Canaan,
And on that happy shore,
Bevond the reach of sorrow,
We'll shout for evermore.
We'll walk the golden pavements,
And blood-washed garments wear,
And, to complete our pleasure,
Our Jesus will be there
To glorify our souls.
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