GARDENS, WREATHS, &c. 43 



Then remember Him, who laid 

 Uncreated splendour by ; 

 Lower than the angels made, 

 Fallen man to glorify, 

 And from death beyond the grave, 

 A.n apostate world to save. 



Think of Him ; your souls He sought, 

 Wandering never to return. 

 Hath he found you? — At the thought 

 All your hearts within you burn. 

 Then your love like His extend ; 

 Be, like Him, the sinner's friend. 



O'er the city Jesus wept, 



Doom'd to perish : — Won't you weep 



O'er a world, by Satan kept, 



Dreaming in delirious sleep, 



'Till the twinkle of an eye 



Wakes them in eternity? 



Ye, who smile with rosy youth. 

 Glow in manhood, fade through years, 

 Send the life, the light, the truth, 

 To dead hearts, blind eyes, deaf ears ; 

 And your very pleasure make 

 Charities, for Jesus' sake. 



So shall gospel-glory run 

 Round the globe, through every clime, 

 Brighter than the circling sun ,* 

 Hastening that millennial time 



