O Lord, I remember the day that I came,
All wearied and wounded to Thee;
My heart was bowed down with its sin and shame;
But Thou spakest so kindly to me:
O, I ne’er shall forget Thy sweet accents of love,
Nor the mercy that beamed in Thy face,
When Thy pitiful-kindness my load did remove,
And assured me of welcome and grace.
O Lord, I remember the peace that I felt
When my pardon I read in Thy blood;
How my heart with the sweetest contrition did melt
In the arms of Thy Father, my God.
All the darkness was gone, all my terrors were o’er
As I saw all His glory in Thee;
And He promised my sins He’d remember no more,
But my God and my Father would be.
O Lord, I’d remember, each day that I live,
The grace that has made me Thine own:
To Thee, with myself, all I have would I give,
And live for Thy glory alone:
I’d remember, each step of my journey below,
Thou didst die for my sins on the tree;
But how can I ever express all I owe,
My Lord and my Saviour, to Thee?