Oh That I Were as in Months Past!

Sweet was the time when first I felt The Saviour’s pard’ning blood Applied, to cleanse my soul from guilt, And bring me home to God.

Soon as the morn the light reveal’d, His praises tuned my tongue; And when the evening shades prevail’d, His love was all my song:

In vain the tempter spread his wiles, The world no more could charm; I lived upon my Saviour’s smiles, And lean’d upon his arm.

In pray’r my soul drew near the Lord, And saw his glory shine; And when I read his holy word I call’d each promise mine.

Then to his saints I often spoke Of what his love hath done: But now my heart is almost broke, For all my joys are gone.

Now when the evening shade prevails, My soul in darkness mourns; And when the morn the light reveals, No light to me returns.

My pray’rs are now a chatt’ring noise, For Jesus hides his face; I read, the promise meets my eyes, But will not reach my case.

Now Satan threatens to prevail, And make my soul his prey; Yet, Lord, thy mercies cannot fail: O come without delay!