Once I Knelt In Anguish Pleading


Once I knelt in anguish, pleading
Each dear promise of the word;
While for me was interceding
Jesus Christ my gracious Lord.
Then my soul in sweet submission,
Yielded to the Spirit’s pow’r;
And I knew I was forgiven,
In that well remembered hour;
Yes, I knew I was forgiven,
In that well remembered hour.

Once again I knelt in sorrow
O’er the evil found within;
While I plead for perfect cleansing
From the last remains of sin,
And the Christ I knew had saved me,
With His outstretched, wounded palm
Touched the throne and my sad spirit,
Quickly bringing healing balm;
Touched the throne and my sad spirit,
Quickly bringing healing balm.

In the silence of communion,
Clearly came the Spirit’s call;
“Go and work: lo, I am with you,
Do not fear, whate’er befall.”
So I’ll labor with the workers,
Where the waving fields appear;
And I’ll glean among the reapers,
Till the evening shades draw near;
Yes, I’ll glean among the reapers,
Till the evening shades draw near.

When I reach the Holy City,
And its gates behind me close,
I shall bid farewell to conflict,
And to all my earthly woes.
How my heart will swell with rapture,
When my loved ones I shall see;
But my blessed Intercessor
Will be more than all to me;
Yes, my blessed Intercessor
Will be more than all to me.