| Song | The Hallowed Spot |
| Album | Good Old Christian Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
| Writer(s) | William Hunter |
| Music | |
| Key | Meter: 8.7.8.7 D |
| Tags | The Hallowed Spot |
| Theme(s) | |
| Scripture Reference(s) | Luke 5:20 |
| CCLI Song No |
There Is A Spot To Me More Dear
Than Native Vale Or Mountain;
A Spot For Which Affection’s Tear
Springs Grateful From Its Fountain.
‘Tis Not Where Kindred Souls Abound,
Though That Is Almost Heaven,
But Where I First My Savior Found,
And Felt 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 Wave’s Commotion.
Darkly The Pall Of Night Was Thrown
Around Me Faint With Terror;
In That Dark Hour How Did My Groan
Ascend For Years Of Error.
Sinking And Panting As For Breath
I Knew Not Help Was Near Me;
I Cried, “Oh, Save Me, Lord, From Death,
Immortal Jesus, Hear Me.”
Then Quick As Thought I Felt Him Mine,
My Savior 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 Distant Lot,
My Heart Shall Linger Round Thee.
And When From Earth I Rise, To Soar
Up To My Home In Heaven,
Down Will I Cast My Eyes Once More,
Where I Was First Forgiven.
