Day of grace.

THE Lord into his garden came; The spices yield a rich perfume; The lilies grow and thrive Refreshing showers of grace divine, From Jesus flow to every vine, And make the dead revive.

Oh, that this dry and barren ground, In springs of water may abound, A fruitful soil become: The desert blossom as the rose, When Jesus conquers all his foes, And makes his people one.

The glorious time is rolling on, The gracious work is now begun, My soul a witness is: I taste and see the pardon free, For all mankind, as well as me, Who comes to Christ may live. The worst of sinners here may find, A Savior pitiful and kind, Who will them all receive: None are too late who will repent, Out of one sinner legions went, The Lord did him relieve.

I feel that heav'n is now begun, It issues from the sparkling throne, From Jesus' throne on high; It comes like floods, we can't contain, We drink, and drink, and drink again, And yet we still are dry.

But when we come to reign above, And all surround a throne of love, We'll drink a full supply: Jesus will lead his armies through, To living fountains where they flow, That never will run dry.