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. 5 There are prophets and kings in that throng I behold, And they sing as they march thro' the streets of pure gold, 6 There's a part in that chorus for you and for me, And the theme of our praises forever will be. 253 Bartimeus. 8s & 7s. _From Darkness to Light._ (522) Lord! I know thy grace is nigh me, Thee thyself I cannot see; Jesus, Master! pass not by me; Son of David! pity me.