1 Saviour, shine and cheer 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.

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

3 Little, then myself I knew,
Little thought of Satan's pow'r;
Now I feel my sins anew,
Now I feel the stormy hour!
Sin has put my joys to flight,
Sin has chang'd my day to night.

4 Satan asks, and mocks my woe,
"Boaster, where is now your God?
Silence, Lord, this cruel foe,
Let him know I'm bought with blood:
Tell him, since I know thy name,
Though I change, thou art the same.