O bless­èd hour when first I knew
Jesus, my dear Sav­ior,
When to the cross my soul He drew,
Jesus, my dear Sav­ior;
’Twas there I found sweet peace and rest,
A trem­bling joy with­in my breast,
A pre­cious friend, a heav’n­ly guest,
Jesus, my dear Sav­ior.

He rolled the bur­den from my soul,
Jesus, my dear Sav­ior,
He made my wound­ed spir­it whole,
Jesus, my dear Sav­ior;
He ban­ished all my grief and pain,
He washed away my guil­ty stain;
He made my heart rejoice again,
Jesus, my dear Sav­ior.

What can I do for this kind friend,
Jesus, my dear Sav­ior?
I’ll love Him, serve Him to the end,
Jesus, my dear Sav­ior;
And when at last my work is o’er,
And I shall reach the heav’n­ly shore,
I’ll sing His prais­es ev­er­more,
Jesus, my dear Sav­ior.