Once I thought my mountain strong,
Firmly fix’d no more to move;
Then my Savior was my song,
Then my soul was fill’d with love;
Those were happy golden days,
Sweetly spent in pray’r and praise.

Little then myself I knew,
Little thot of Satans pow’r;
Now I feel my sins anew,
Now I feel the stormy hour;
Sin has put my joys to flight,
Sin has turn’d my days to night.

Savior, shine and clear my soul,
Bid my dying hopes revive;
Make my wounded spirit whole,
Far away the tempter drive;
Speak the word, and set me free,
Let me live alone to thee.

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