Hymn/Song Information

Blest was the hour that heavenly fire

Blest was the hour that heav’nly fire
Lit up my darkened soul;
A heavy load, by Jesus’ pow’r,
Did from my bosom roll.

While at the mercy-seat I knelt,
My Lord I did behold;
No tongue can tell the joy I felt—
’Tis better felt than told.

O blessed gift! From off the throne
There came a living spark;
A holy light within me shone,
Where all before was dark.

While at the mercy-seat I knelt,
My Lord I did behold;
No tongue can tell the joy I felt—
’Tis better felt than told.

O holy light! still shine on me
Sweet rays of heav’nly love;
Naught else but thee, oh, let me see,
Till crowned in heav’n above.

While at the mercy-seat I knelt,
My Lord I did behold;
No tongue can tell the joy I felt—
’Tis better felt than told.

Oh, let me feel, from day to day
His presence still so near;
A holy light to mark the way,
While I shall sojourn here.

While at the mercy-seat I knelt,
My Lord I did behold;
No tongue can tell the joy I felt—
’Tis better felt than told.