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.

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HYMN 117. L. M.

Charity.

HEN Jesus dwelt in mortal clay,
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.

HYMN 118. C. M.

Charity.

ESUS, my Lord, how rich thy grace!
Thy bounties how complete!

How shall I count the matchless sum?
How pay the mighty debt?

High on a throne of radiant light
Dost thou exalted shine;

hat 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 clothed 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. L. M.
Charity.

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.

5 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. 6 When all is done, renounce your deeds, Renounce self-righteousness with scorn; Thus will you glorify your God, And thus the Christian name adorn.

HYMN 120. C. M.

Charity.

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.

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Charity.

LEST 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,
intercedes!

When mercy

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;

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The honours of thy name be spread,
And all thy glory shine.

HYMN 122. P. M.

Charity.

TOW let our hearts conspire to raise

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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!

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HYMN 123. C. M.

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

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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 forever there.

See how the pit gapes wide for you,
And flashes in your face;