GARDENS, WREATHS, &c. 
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Then remember Him, who laid 
Uncreated splendour by; 
Lower than the angels made, 
Fallen man to glorify, 
And from death beyond the grave, 
An apostate world to save. 
Think of Him: your souls He sought, 
Wandering never to return. 
Hath he found you 1 — 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 
