3. I spied him where a fountain burst
Clear from the rock; his strength was gone;
The heedless water mocked his thirst;
He heard it, saw it hurrying on.
I ran and raised the sufferer up;
Thrice from the stream he drained my cup;
Dipped, and returned it running o'er;
I drank, and never thirsted more.

4. 'T was night; the floods were out; it blew
A wintry hurricane aloof;

I heard his voice abroad, and flew
To bid him welcome to my roof.

I warmed, I clothed, I cheered my guest;
Laid him on my own couch to rest;
Then made the earth my bed, and seemed
In Eden's garden while I dreamed.

5. Stripped, wounded, beaten nigh to death,
I found him by the highway side;

I roused his pulse, brought back his breath,
Revived his spirit, and supplied

Wine, oil, refreshment; he was healed.
I had, myself, a wound concealed;
But from that hour forgot the smart,
And peace bound up my broken heart.
6. In prison I saw him next condemned
To meet a traitor's doom at morn;
The tide of lying tongues I stemmed,
And honored him 'mid shame and scorn.
My friendship's utmost zeal to try,
He asked me if I for him would die;
The flesh was weak, my blood ran chill,
But the free spirit cried, "I will!”

7. Then, in a moment, to my view
The stranger started from disguise;
The tokens in his hands I knew;

My Saviour stood before my eyes!
He spake, and my poor name he named;
"Of me thou hast not been ashamed;
These deeds shall thy memorial be;
Fear not; thou didst it unto me."

No. 2. Hy. 141

6

105

8

143

2. I can not feel thee touch my hand With pressure light and mild,

To check me, as my mother did

When I was but a child.

But I have felt thee in my thoughts

Fighting with sin for me;

And when my heart loves God, I know The sweetness is from thee.

3. And when, dear Saviour! I kneel down
Morning and night to prayer,
Something there is within my heart
Which tells me thou art there.
Yes! when I pray, thou prayest, too-

Thy prayer is all for me;

But when I sleep, thou sleepest not

But watchest patiently.