3 Sinking and panting as for breath,
  I knew not help was nigh me,
And cried, O save me, Lord, from death—­
  Immortal Jesus, hear me. 
Then, quick as thought, I felt him mine—­
  My Savior stood before me;
I saw his brightness round me shine,
  And shouted glory, glory.

4 O sacred hour, O hallowed spot! 
  Where love divine first found me;
Wherever falls my distant lot,
  My heart shall linger round thee: 
And as from earth I rise, to soar
  Up to my home in heaven,
Down will I cast my eyes once more,
  Where I was first forgiven.

     William Hunter, D. D.

250 Boylston.  S.M.

The Need of Conversion

How solemn are the words,
  And yet to faith how plain,
Which Jesus uttered while on earth—­
  “Ye must be born again!”

2 “Ye must be born again!”
  For so hath God decreed;
No reformation will suffice—­
  ’Tis life poor sinners need.

3 “Ye must be born again!”
  And life in Christ must have;
In vain the soul may elsewhere go—­
  ’Tis he alone can save.

4 “Ye must be born again!”
  Or never enter heaven;
’Tis only blood-washed ones are there—­
  The ransomed and forgiven.

     Anon.

251 It is Well with My Soul.  P.M.

The Soul Redeemed.

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
  When sorrows, like sea-billows, roll;
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say,
  It is well, it is well with my soul.

Cho.—­It is well with my soul,
      It is well, it is well with my soul.

2 Tho’ Satan should buffet, tho’ trials should come,
  Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ hath regarded my helpless estate,
  And hath shed his own blood for my soul.

3 My sin—­oh, the bliss of this glorious tho’t—­
  My sin—­not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to his cross and I bear it no more,
  Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, oh, my soul!

4 And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
  The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
  “Even so”—­it is well with my soul.

     H.G.  Spafford.

252 Hallelujah!  ’Tis Done. 12s.

An Accomplished Work.

’Tis the promise of God, full salvation to give Unto him who on Jesus, his Son, will believe

Cho.—­Hallelujah! ’tis done,
      I believe on the Son;
      I am saved by the blood of the crucified One.

2 Tho’ the pathway be lonely, and dangerous, too, Surely Jesus is able to carry me through.

3 Many loved ones have I in yon heavenly throng; They are safe now in glory, and this is their song: 

4 Little children I see standing close by their King, And he smiles as their song of salvation they sing.