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The Place Where I was First Forgiven

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Nov 16, 1916

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 93, No. 57.

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The Place Where I was First Forgiven

“THERE is a spot to me more dear Than native vale or mountain, A spot at which affection’s tear Starts gratefully from its fountain. It is not where kindred souls do dwell,— Though that is almost heaven,— But where I first my Saviour found, And knew my sins forgiven.”
“Hard was my toil to reach the shore; Long tossed upon the ocean. Above me was the thunder’s roar, Beneath, the waves’ commotion. Darkly the pall of night was thrown Around me, fraught with terror. In that dark hour, how did my groans Ascend for years of error.
“Sinking and panting as for breath, I knew not help was near me, And cried, ‘O, save me, Lord, from death; Immortal Jesus, save me!’ Then quick as thought, I knew him mine. My Saviour stood before me, I saw his brightness round me shine, And shouted ‘Glory! Glory!’
“O sacred hour, O hallowed spot, Where love divine first found me! Wherever falls my destined lot, My heart shall linger round thee. And as I rise from earth to soar Up to my home in heaven, Down will I cast my eyes once more Where I was first forgiven.”