It came to me one precious day, That I had grieved my Lord away ; It smote me with a sense of loss, And drove me to His blessed cross.
By faith I saw Him on the tree ; 'Twas there His blood was shed for me ; And by that look, O love divine, I now am His, and He is mine.
2. It came to me that joyful day, That He would take my sins away, If I to Him would trust my all, And on His name but humbly call.
3. It came to me that golden day, That in my heart He'd come and stay, And there abide for evermore, If I would open wide the door.