He took my sins and gave salvation,
    The one who died upon the tree;
    His life for me He freely offered.
    He paid the debt that set me free.
    
    What wondrous love for me enduring
     That shameful death upon the cross;
    My sins are blotted out completely,
    I count for Him all else but loss.
    
    I now can rest my soul upon Him,
    By faith can take Him at His word;
    Confiding in Him with assurance,
    And fully trust my precious Lord.
    
    I do not hope to have salvation,
    I know He died my soul to save;
    His work is perfect never failing,
     And everlasting Life I have.
    
    Some morning I shall rise to meet Him,
     When He returns to claim His own;
    My soul forever shall adore Him,
     As I behold Him on the throne.
    
    "The Jewish Sabbath commenced on Friday evening; and, I have often thought, if we could begin the Lord’s day on Saturday evenings, what gainers we might be by it. If we did, we should be far oftener "in the Spirit, on the Lord’s Day." E.D.