Thy Grace Dear Savior Let Me Feel


Thy grace dear Saviour let me feel
And know my sins forgiv’n;
O stamp me with thy Spirit’ seal!
To fit my soul for heav’n.

My pardon sealed with thy blood
Will set my soul at rest;
To know that I am born of God,
Would make my truly blest.

Grant me a true and living faith,
In this, my fatal hour,
When I must feel the stroke of death
With all its weight and pow’r.

O may my trust in thee not fail,
But ever firmly stand;
That passing through the gloomy vale,
I reach the happy land.

And when this present life is o’er,
Then take me to thy home,
Where I shall be distress’d no more
And death can never come.

May angels bear my soul away,
To where my Saviour reigns,
Where neither death nor Satan may
Afflict my soul again.