1. Dearest of all the names above, My Saviour and my God, r

1 Come, heavenly love, inspire my song 5 On thee alone my hope relies ;

2 How damp were the vapors that fell on his head!
How hard was his pillow, how humble his bed!
The angels astonished, grew sad at the sight,
And followed their Master with solemn delight.

3 O garden of Olivet's, thou dear honored spot,
The fame of thy wonders shall ne'er be forgot;
The theme most transporting to seraphs above;
The triumph of sorrow, -the triumph of love!

4 Come, saints, and adore him; come, bow at his feet
O, give him the glory, the praise that is meet;
Let joyful hosannas unceasing arise,

And join the full chorus, that gladdens the skies.

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1. While nature was sinking in stillness to rest, The last beam of daylight shone dim in the west, O'er fields by pale moonlight I wandered abroad, In deep meditation I thought on my God.

2 While passing a garden, I paused to hear
A voice faint and plaintive, from one that was near;
The voice of the suff'rer affected my heart,
While pleading in anguish the poor sinner's part.
8 I listened a moment, then turned me to see
What man of compassion this stranger might be;
I saw him, low kneeling upon the cold ground,
The loveliest BEING that ever was found.

4 So deep were his sorrows, so fervent his prayers,

That down o'er his bosom rolled sweat, blood, and tears!

I wept to behold him, I asked him his name,

He answered, "'tis JESUS! from heaven I came 1"

5 "I am thy Redeemer! for thee I must die!
The cup is most bitter, but cannot pass by!
Thy sins, like a mountain, are laid upon me;
And all this deep anguish I suffer for thee
6 I heard, with deep sorrow, the tale of his w
While tears of repentance mine eyes dil d'erflow;
The cause of his sorrows to hear Him repeat,
Pierced deeply my bosom-I fell at his feet.
7 With the voice of contrition I loudly did cry,
"Lord, save a poor sinner!. O save, or I die!"
He smiled, when he saw me, and said to me, "Live!
Thy sins, which were many, I freely forgive!"

8 How sweet was that sentence !-it made me rejoice!
His smiles, how consoling! how charming his voice!
I ran from the garden to spread it abroad,

And shouted-"SALVATION! O GLORY TO GOD!"

9 I'm now on my journey to mansions above,
My soul full of glory, of light, peace, and love;
I think of the garden, the prayers and the tears
Of that loving "Stranger," who banished
my fears.
10 The day of bright glory is rolling around,

When GABRIEL, descending, the trumpet will sound!
My soul, to this "Stranger," in raptures shall rise,
And see Him my Saviour with unclouded eyes.