1 In his own appointed hour,
To my heart the Saviour spoke;
Touch's me by his spirit's pow'r,
And my dang'rous slumber broke.

2 Then I saw and own'd my guilt,
Soon my gracious Lord reply'd:
"Fear not, I my blook have spilt,
'Twas for such as thee I dy'd."

3 Shame and wonder, joy and love,
All at once possess'd my heart;
Can I hope thy grace to prove,
After acting such a part?

4 "Thou hast greatly sinn'd, he said,
But I freely all forgive;
I myself the debt have paid,
Now I bid thee rise and live."