THE tree of life my soul hath seen,
The day is past and gone,
Thine earthly sabbaths Lord we love,
'Tis a point I long to know,
The great tremendous day's approaching, 38
Throughout our Saviour's life we trace, 46
The man that views his guilt and sin,
The name of Christ how sweet it sounds, 67
The table spread my soul there spies,
Thus saith the Lord your master dear,
Thee will I love my Lord my tow'r,
The Saviour meets his flock to-day,
This God is the God we adore,
The worth of truth no tongue can tell,
That name to me sounds ever sweet,
Tho' troubles assail and dangers affright, 115
To-day Immanuel feeds his sheep,
The voice of Free Grace,
WHEN pity promps me to look round,
When the eternal bows the skies,
Weary of struggling with my pain,
When converts first begin to sing,
Well met dear friends in Jesus' name,
We in this tabernacle mourn,
With tears of anguish I lament,
What poor dispised company,
What various hindrances we meet,
You saints of light that shine so bright,
Ye glittering toys of earth adieu,
Yonder, amazing sight! I see,