691. C. M. Noel.
"We love him because he first loved us."
1If human kindness meets return,
And owns the grateful tie;
If tender thoughts within us burn
To feel that friends are nigh;
2O, shall not warmer accents tell
The gratitude we owe
To Him who died, our fears to quell,
And save from death and woe?
3While yet in anguish he surveyed
Those pangs he would not flee,
What love his latest words displayed;
"Meet, and remember me."
4Remember thee! thy death, thy shame,
Our sinful hearts to share!
O, memory, leave no other name
But his, recorded there.