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GARDEN THOUGHTS,
On occasion of a Christian assembly in the grounds of a gentleman at York, for the purpose of promoting Missions among the Heathen.
In a garden—man was placed,
Meet abode for innocence,
With his Maker's image graced;
—Sin crept in and drove him thence,
Through the world, a wretch undone,
Seeking rest, and finding none.
Meet abode for innocence,
With his Maker's image graced;
—Sin crept in and drove him thence,
Through the world, a wretch undone,
Seeking rest, and finding none.
In a garden—on that night,
When our Saviour was betray'd,
With what world-redeeming might,
In his agony he pray'd!
Till he drank the vengeance up,
And with mercy fill'd the cup.
When our Saviour was betray'd,
With what world-redeeming might,
In his agony he pray'd!
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And with mercy fill'd the cup.
In a garden—on the cross,
When the spear his heart had riven,
And for earth's primeval loss,
Heaven's best ransom had been given,
—Jesus rested from his woes,
Jesus from the dead arose.
When the spear his heart had riven,
And for earth's primeval loss,
Heaven's best ransom had been given,
—Jesus rested from his woes,
Jesus from the dead arose.
Here, not Eden's bowers are found,
Nor forlorn Gethsemane
Nor that calm, sepulchral ground
At the foot of Calvary;
—Yet this scene may well recall
Sweet remembrances of all.
Nor forlorn Gethsemane
Nor that calm, sepulchral ground
At the foot of Calvary;
—Yet this scene may well recall
Sweet remembrances of all.
Emblem of the church below!
Where the Spirit and the Word
Fall like dews, like breezes blow,
And the Lord God's voice is heard,
Walking in the cool of day,
While the world is far away:—
Where the Spirit and the Word
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And the Lord God's voice is heard,
Walking in the cool of day,
While the world is far away:—
Emblem of the church above!
Where, as in their native clime,
Midst the garden of his love,
Rescued from the rage of time,
Saints, as trees of life, shall stand,
Planted by his own right hand!
Where, as in their native clime,
Midst the garden of his love,
Rescued from the rage of time,
Saints, as trees of life, shall stand,
Planted by his own right hand!
Round the fair enclosure here
Flames no cherub's threatening sword;
Ye who enter feel no fear:
—Roof'd by heaven, with verdure floor'd,
Breathing balm from blossoms gay,
This be paradise to-day.
Flames no cherub's threatening sword;
Ye who enter feel no fear:
—Roof'd by heaven, with verdure floor'd,
Breathing balm from blossoms gay,
This be paradise to-day.
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Yet one moment meditate
On our parents' banishment,
When from Eden's closing gate,
Hand in hand, they weeping went,
Spikenard groves no more to dress,
But a thorn-set wilderness.
On our parents' banishment,
When from Eden's closing gate,
Hand in hand, they weeping went,
Spikenard groves no more to dress,
But a thorn-set wilderness.
Then remember Him who laid
Uncreated splendour by,
Lower than the angels made,
Fallen man to glorify,
And from death beyond the grave
Unto life immortal save.
Uncreated splendour by,
Lower than the angels made,
Fallen man to glorify,
And from death beyond the grave
Unto life immortal save.
Think of Him,—your souls He sought,
Wandering, never to return;
Hath He found you?—At the thought
Your glad hearts within you burn;
Then your love like His extend,
Be like him the sinner's friend.
Wandering, never to return;
Hath He found you?—At the thought
Your glad hearts within you burn;
Then your love like His extend,
Be like him the sinner's friend.
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O'er Jerusalem He wept,
Doom'd to perish;—can't you weep
O'er a world, by Satan kept
Dreaming in delirious sleep,
Till the twinkle of an eye
Wakes them in eternity?
Doom'd to perish;—can'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 in rosy youth,
Glow with manhood, fade through years,
Send the life, the light, the truth,
To dead hearts, blind eyes, deaf ears,
And your very pleasures make
Charities for Jesus' sake.
Glow with manhood, fade through years,
Send the life, the light, the truth,
To dead hearts, blind eyes, deaf ears,
And your very pleasures make
Charities for Jesus' sake.
So shall gospel-glory run
Round the globe, to every clime,
Brighter than the circling sun,
Hastening that millennial time,
When the earth shall be restored
As the garden of the Lord.
Round the globe, to every clime,
Brighter than the circling sun,
Hastening that millennial time,
When the earth shall be restored
As the garden of the Lord.
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