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GARDENS, WREATHS, &c. 
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 
W akes them in eternity 1 
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 Jesu’s sake. 
So shall gospel-glory run 
Round the globe, through every clime, 
Brighter than-the circling sun ; 
Hastening that millennial time 
When the earth shall be restored. 
As the garden of the Lord. 
Ye, who own this quiet place, 
Here, like Enoch, walk with God; 
And, till summon’d hence, through grace, 
Tread the path your Saviour trod ; 
Then to Paradise on high. 
With the wings of angels fly. 
