eart and laden hands;
Oh, matchless kindness! and He shows
This matchless kindness to His foes.

But will He prove a friend indeed?
He will, the very friend you need--
The Friend of sinners; yes, 'tis He,
With garments dyed on Calvary.

Rise, touched with gratitude divine,
Turn out His enemy and thine;
That soul-destroying monster, sin;
And let the heavenly Stranger in.

GLORY TO HIS NAME!

Down at the cross where my Saviour died,
Down where for cleansing from sin I cried,
There to my heart was the blood applied--
Glory to His name!

CHORUS:

Glory to His name,
Glory to His name!
There to my heart was the blood applied--
Glory to His name!

I am so wondrously saved from sin,--
Jesus so sweetly abides within,--
There at the cross where He took me in--
Glory to His name!

O precious fountain that saves from sin,
I am so glad I have entered in;
There Jesus saved me and keeps me clean--
Glory to His name!

Come to this fountain so rich and sweet.
Cast thy poor soul at the Saviour's feet.
Plunge in today, and be made complete--
Glory to His name!

DEPTH OF MERCY!

Depth of mercy! can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God His wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?

I have long withstood His grace,
Long provoked Him to His face;
Would not hearken to His calls;
Grieved Him by a thousand falls.

Now incline me to repent,
Let me now my sins lament;
Now my foul revolt deplore,
Weep, believe, and sin no more.

I WAS A WAND'RING SHEEP.

I was a wand'ring sheep,
I did not love the fold:
I did not love my Shepherd's voice,
I would not be controlled.
I was a wayward child,
I did not love my home;
I did not love my Father's voice;
I loved afar to roam.

The Shepherd sought His sheep,
The Father sought His child,
They followed me o'er vale and hill,
O'er deserts waste and wild;
They found me nigh to death,
Famished and faint, and lone;
They bound me with the bands of love;
They saved the wand'ring one.

Jesus my Shepherd is,
'Twas He that loved my soul,
'Twas He that washed me in His blood,
'Twas He that made me whole;
'Twas He that sought the lost,
That found the wand'ring sheep,
'Twas He that brought me to the fold,
'Tis He that still doth keep.

I was