HYMN 14. C. M.

1 JESUS, thou art the sinner's friend,
As such I look to thee,
And in thy all-abounding love,
Dear Lord, remember me.

2 Remember thy pure word of grace,
Remember Calvary;

Remember all thy dying groans,
And then remember me.

3 Thou wondrous advocate on high,
As such I look to thee;
While thou art seated on thy throne
Do thou remember me.

4 I own I'm guilty, own I'm vile,
Yet thy salvation's free;
Then in thy all-abounding grace,
Dear Lord, remember me.

5. Howe'er forsaken or distress'd,
Howe'er oppress'd I be,
Howe'er afflicted here on earth,
Do thou remember me.

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HYMN 15. 11s. M.

WHILE nature was sinking in silence to rest, And the last beams of daylight were dim in the west,

I strayed in the twilight unconscious away,
In deep meditation where'er my path lay.

2 I pass'd near a garden: there fell on my ear A voice of deep anguish from one kneeling there; The tones of his agony melted my heart,

While earnestly pleading the lost sinner's part. 3 In offering to heaven his strong, matchless prayer, He spake of the torments the sinner must bear; His life as a ransom he offer'd to give,

That sinners redeemed in glory might live.

4 So deep was his sorrow, so fervent his prayers, That down o'er his bosom rolled sweat, blood, and tears!

I wept to behold him, and asked his name; He answered, ""Tis JESUS-from heaven I came. 5 "I am thy Redeemer for thee I must die: The cup is most painful, but cannot pass by; Thy sins like a mountain are laid upon me, And all this sore anguish I suffer for thee!" 6 I heard with attention the tale of his woe, While tears like a fountain of waters did flow; The cause of his sorrow to hear him repeat, Affected my heart, and I fell at his feet.

7 I trembled with horror, and loudly did cry, "Lord, save, or I perish! O, save, or I die!" He smiled when he saw me, and said to me, "Live!

Thy sins, which are many, I freely forgive."

8 How sweet was that language! it made me rejoice! His smile, O, how pleasant! how cheering his

voice!

I ran from the garden to spread it abroad;
I shouted, "Salvation! O, glory to God!"

9 I'm now on my journey to mansions above,
My soul full of glory, of peace, light and love!
I think of the garden, the prayer, and the tears,
And that loving stranger who banished my fears.

10 The day of bright glory is rolling around,
When Gabriel, descending, the trumpet shall
sound;

My soul then in raptures of glory will rise,
To gaze on that stranger with unclouded eyes.

HYMN 16. 11. 8. M.

THOU in whose presence my soul takes delight,

On whom in affliction I call;

My comfort by day, and my song in the night, My hope, my salvation, my all

2 O why should I wander an alien from thee, Or cry in the desert for bread?

Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see, And smile at the tears I have shed.

3 Ye daughters of Zion, declare, have you seen
The star that on Israel shone?

Say, if in your tents my beloved has been,
And where with his flock he has gone?

4 This is my beloved; his form is divine,
His vestments shed odors around;

The locks on his head are as grapes on the vine, When autumn with plenty is crowned.

5 His voice, as the sound of the dulcimer sweet,
Is heard through the shadow of death;
The cedars of Lebanon bow at his feet,
The air is perfumed with his breath.

6 His lips as a fountain of righteousness flow,
That waters the garden of grace;

From which their salvation the Gentiles may know,

And bask in the smiles of his face.

7 Love sits on his eyelids and scatters delight
Through all the bright mansions on high;
Their faces the cherubim veil in his sight,
And praise him with fulness of joy.

8 He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice,
And myriads wait for his word;

He speaks, and eternity, filled with his voice,
Re-echoes the praise of the Lord.

HYMN 17. 11. 8. M.

1 HIS vestments of righteousness who shall de

scribe!

Its purity words would defile:

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The heav'ns from his presence fresh beauties imAnd earth is made rich by his smile.

2 Such is my beloved in excellence bright, When pleas'd he looks down from above, Like the morn when he breathes from the chambers of light,

And comforts his people with love.

3 But when armed with vengeance in terror he

comes,

The nation's rebellions to tame,

The reins of omnipotent power he assumes,
And rides in a chariot of flame.

4 A two-edged sword from his mouth issues forth, Bright quivers of fire are his eyes, [north, He speaks, and black tempests are seen in the And storms from their caverns arise.

5 Ten thousand destructions that wait for his word, And ride on the wings of his breath,

Fly swift as the wind at the nod of their Lord,
And deal out the arrows of death.

6 His cloud-bursting thunders their voices resound,
Through all the vast regions on high,
Till from the deep centre loud echoes rebound,
And meet the quick flames in the sky.

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7 The portals of heaven at his bidding obey,
And expand ere his banner appear;
Earth trembles beneath, till her mountains give
And hell shakes her fetters with fear.

8 When he treads on the clouds, as the dust of his feet,

And grasps the big storm in his hand; [meet, What eye the fierce glance of his anger shall Or who in his presence shall stand?