Dulces momentos

	Dulces momentos Dulces momentos, consoladores Los me que paso junto a la cruz; Allí sufriendo crueles dolores Veo al amigo de pecadores, Cristo Jesús. Veo Sus brazos de amor abiertos Que me convidan a ir a El; Y haciendo suyos mis desaciertos, Por mí sus labios ya casi yertos, Gustan la hiel. De Sus heridas la viva fuente De pura sangre veo manar; Y salpicando mi impura frente, La infame nota de delincuente Logra borrar. Oigo a los necios decir: "No pudo, Salvando a otros, salvarse a si". Y exclamo: "Cristo, yo te saludo; Porque en tu muerte, vida, no dudo, Hay para mi". Veo Su angustia ya terminada, Hecha la ofrenda de la expiación, Su noble frente mustia, inclinada, Y quedo cierto que es consumada Mi redención. ¡Dulces momentos, ricos en dones De paz y gracia, de vida y luz! Sólo hay consuelos y bendiciones Que satisfagan los corazones, Junto a la cruz.

	It passeth knowledg It passeth knowledge, that dear love of Thine! My Jesus! Savior! yet this soul of mine Would of that love, in all its depth and length, Its height and breadth, and everlasting strength Know more and more. It passeth telling! that dear love of Thine! My Jesus! Savior! yet these lips of mine Would fain proclaim to sinners far and near A love which can remove all guilty fear, And love beget. It passeth praises! that dear love of Thine! My Jesus! Savior yet this heart of mine Would sing a love so rich, so full, so free, Which brought an undone sinner, such as me, Right home to God. But though I cannot tell, or sing, or know, The fullness of Thy love while here below, My empty vessel I may freely bring: O Thou, who art of love the living spring, My vessel fill. I am an empty vessel—not one thought, Or look of love to Thee I ever brought; Yet I may come, and come again to Thee, With this the empty sinner’s only plea— Thou lovest me! Oh! fill me Jesus Savior with Thy love; Lead, lead me to the living fount above! Thither may I in simple faith draw nigh And never to another fountain fly, But unto Thee. And when my Jesus face to face I see, When at His lofty throne I bow the knee, Then of His love, in all its breadth and length, Its height and depth, its everlasting strength, My soul shall sing.