Shall he become despis'd and poor,
To make me rich for evermore ?
5 And shall I wickedly withhold,
To give my silver and my gold ?
To aid a cause my soul approves,
And save the sinners Jesus loves ?
6 Expand my heart-incline me, Lord,
To give the whole I can afford ;
That, what thy bounty renders mine,
I may with cheerful hands resign.
What were his works from day to day,
But miracles of pow'r and grace,
That spread salvation thro' our race?
2 Teach us, O Lord, to keep in view
Thy pattern, and thy steps pursue ;
Let alms bestow'd, let kindness done
Be witness'd by each rolling sun.
3 That man may breathe, but never lives,
Who much receives, but nothing gives,
Whom none can love, whom none can thank;
Creation's blot, creation's blank :
4 But he, who marks from day to day,
In gen'rous acts his radiant way,
Treads the same path his Saviour trod,
The path to glory and to God.
J JESUS, my Lord, how rich thy grace !
Thy bounties how complete ! How shall I count the matchless sum?
How pay the mighty debt ?
2 High on a throne of radiant light
Dost thou exalted shine;
What can my poverty bestow,
When all the worlds are thine ?
3 But thou hast brethren here below,
The partners of thy grace;
And wilt confess their humble names
Before thy Father's face.
4 In them thou may'st be cloth'd and fed, And visited and cheer'd;
And in their accents of distress, My Saviour's voice is heard. 5 Thy face, with rev'rence and with love, We in thy poor would see ; O let us rather beg our bread
Than keep it back from thee !
HYMN 119. С. М.
WHAT stupendous mercy shines
Around the majesty of heav'n!
Rebels he deigns to call his sons,
Their souls renew'd, their sins forgiv'n.
2 Go, imitate the grace divine,
The grace that blazes like a sun ; Hold forth your fair, tho' feeble light, Thro' all your lives let mercy run. 3 Upon your bounty's willing wings, Swift fly your gifts and charity; The hungry feed, the naked clothe, To pain and sickness help apply. 4 Pity the weeping widow's woe, And be her counsellor and stay; Adopt the fatherless, and smooth To useful, happy life, his way.
Let age, with want and weakness bow'd,
Your bowels of compassion move;
Let e'en your enemies be bless'd,
Their hatred recompens'd with love.
When all is done, renounce your deeds,
Renounce self-righteousness with scorn;
Thus will you glorify your God,
And thus the Christian name adorn.
1 FATHER of mercies send thy grace,
All pow'rful from above,
To form, in our obedient souls,
The image of thy love.
2 O may our sympathising breasts
The generous pleasure know,
Kindly to share in others joy,
And weep for others woe !
3 Not like the Levite and the Priest,
Who saw, with hearts of stone,
Their neighbour groaning in distress,
And left him still alone.
4 When the most helpless sons of grief
In sorrows low are laid ;
Soft be our hearts, their pains to feel,
And swift our hands to aid.
5 So Jesus look'd on dying man,
When thron'd above the skies;
And, 'midst th' embraces of his God,
He felt compassion rise.
6 On wings of love the Saviour flew
To raise us from the ground;
And shed the richest of his blood,
A balm for ev'ry wound.
HYMN 121. С. М.
Charity.
BLEST is the man whose heart expands
At melting pity's call;
And the rich blessings of whose hands,
Like heav'nly manna fall.
2 Mercy descending from above,
In softest accents pleads ;
O may each tender bosom move,
When mercy intercedes !
3 Be ours the bliss in wisdom's way
To guide untutor'd youth;
And lead the mind, that went astray,
To virtue and to truth.
4 Children our kind protection claim,
And God will well approve,
When infants learn to lisp his name,
And their Creator love.
5 Delightful work, young souls to win,
And turn the rising race
From the deceitful paths of sin,
To seek redeeming grace.
6 Almighty God, thy influ'nce shed
To aid this good design;
The honours of thy name be spread,
And all thy glory shine.
NOW let our hearts conspire to raise A cheerful anthem to his praise,
Who reigns enthron'd above : Let music, sweet as incense, rise, With grateful odours to the skies The work of joy and love.
2 How many children, Lord, we see
In ignorance and misery,
Unprincipled, untaught !
Shall they continue still to lie
In ignorance and misery ?
We cannot bear the thought.
3 We feel a sympathising heart ;
Lord, 'tis a pleasure to impart,
To thee thine own we give :
Hear thou our cry, and pitying see;
O let these children live to thee !
O let these children live!
HYMN 123. С. М.
Funeral Hymn -Death dreadful, or, delightful.
EATH! 'tis a melancholy day
To those that have no God;
When the poor soul is forc'd away
To seek her last abode.
2 In vain to heav'n she lifts her eyes;
But guilt, a heavy chain,
Still drags her downward from the skies,
To darkness, fire and pain.
3 Awake and mourn, ye heirs of hell,
Ye stubborn sinners fear;
Lest ye be driv'n from earth, and dwell
A long for ever there.
4 See how the pit gapes wide for you,
And flashes in your face ;
And thou, my soul, look downward too,
And sing recov'ring grace.
5 He is a God of sov'reign love,
That promis'd heav'n to me;.
And taught my thoughts to soar above,
Where happy spirits be.
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