Thoughts on the Way Home

Thursday, April 10, 2008

With My Tears His Feet I'll Bathe


1 Sweet the moments, rich in blessing,

Which before the cross I spend;

Life, and health, and peace possessing,

From the sinner's dying Friend.

2 Love and grief my heart dividing,

With my tears His feet I'll bathe;

Constant still in faith abiding,

Life deriving from his death.

3 Here I'll sit for ever viewing

Mercy streaming in His blood ;

Precious drops my soul bedewing,

Plead and claim my peace with God.

4 Here it is I find my heaven,

While upon the Lamb I gaze;

Here I see my sins forgiven,

Lost in wonder, love, and praise.

5 Lord, in ceaseless contemplation,

Fix my heart and eyes on Thee,

Till I taste Thy whole salvation,

And unveil'd Thy glories see.

James Allen and Walter Shirley