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456. C. M. Dr. Doddridge.

Relieving Christ in his poor Saints.
Matt. xxv. 40.

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,
Thou dost exalted shine:

What can my poverty bestow,
When all the world is 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, I in thy poor would see:

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O rather let me beg ny bread,
Than hold it back from thee!

457. C. M.

Dr. Watts.

Liberality rewarded. Psalm cxii.
APPY is he that fears the Lord,
And follows his commands,

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Who lends the poor without reward,
Or gives with lib'ral hands.

2 As pity dwells within his breast
To all the sons of need,

So God shall answer his request
With blessings on his seed.

3 No evil tidings shall surprise
His well-establish'd mind;
His soul to God his refuge flies,
And leaves his fears behind.

4 In times of general distress

Some beams of light shall shine, To show the world his righteousness, And give him peace divine.

5 His works of piety and love

Remain before the Lord:

Honour on earth, and joy above,
Shall be his sure reward.

458. L. M. Dr. Watts.
The Same.

1 THRICE happy man who fears the Lord,
his commands, and trusts his word;

Honour and peace his days attend,
And blessings to his seed descend.
2 Compassion dwells upon his mind;
To works of mercy still inclin'd:
He lends the poor some present aid,
Or gives them, not to be repaid.

3 When times grow dark, and tidings spread,
That fill his neighbours round with dread,
His heart is arm'd against the fear,
For God with all his pow'r is there.
4 His soul, well fix'd upon the Lord,
Draws heav'nly courage from his word;
Amidst the darkness light shall rise,
To cheer his heart, and bless his eyes.
5 He hath dispers'd his alms abroad,
His works are still before his God':
His name on earth shall still remain,
While envious sinners fret in vain.

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459. C. M. J. Straphan.
Sunday School.

Bat melting pity's call,

DLEST is the man whose heart expands

And the rich blessings of whose hands
Like heav'nly manna fall.

Mercy descending from above,

In softest accents pleads!

O! may each tender bosom move,
When mercy intercedes.

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.

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 influence shed,
To aid this good design:

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

460. P. M. D. Bradbery, altered.
For a Sunday School.

The Importance of educating Youth. Congregation.

1 No cheerful anthem to his praise

TOW let our hearts conspire to raise

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Who reigns enthron'd above:

Let music sweet as incense rise
With grateful odours to the skies,
The work of joy and love.
Children.

2 Teach us to bow before thy face,
Nor let our hearts forget thy grace,
Or slight thy providénce;
When lost in ignorance we lay,
To vice and death an easy prey,
Thy goodness snatch'd us thence.
Congregation.

30 what a num'rous race we see,
In ignorance and misery,
Unprincipled, untaught

Shall they continue still to lie
In ignorance and misery?
We cannot bear the thought.
Children.

4 Give, Lord, each liberal soul to prove
The joys of thine exhaustless love;
And while we sing thy praise,
May we the sacred scriptures know,
And like the blessed Jesus grow
In wisdom all our days.

Congregation.
5 We feel a sympathizing 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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A serious Address to declining Professors. John vi. 67.

AND will ye go away?

And whither will ye go?

If you from Christ the Saviour stray
For happiness below.

And will ye go away,

And slight a Saviour's word? What will you answer at that day When you shall meet the Lord!

3 And will ye go away,

And give religion up

O rather with your Saviour stay,
And die on Calv'ry's top!

4 And will ye go away?
And whither will ye go?
If you from his protection stray,
To shun eternal woe?

5 'Tis he, and he alone,

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Poor sinners can redeem;

And those must ever be undone,
Who go away from him!
But those who hear his voice,
And closely to him cleave,

In his salvation shall rejoice,

And in his glory live.

462. C. M. Dr. Doddridge.

The fatal Consequences of forsaking God. Jer. xvii. 13, 14.

'HOW wretched they that leave the Lord,

And from his

withdraw!

That lose the gospel from their sight,
And wander from his law.

2 O thou eternal Spring of Good!
Whence living waters flow:
Let not our thirsty erring souls
To broken cisterns go!

3 Like characters inscrib'd in dust,
Are sinners borne away;

And all the treasures they can boast,
The portion of a day

4 But, Lord, to thee my heart shall turn,
To heal it and to save;

The joys that from thy favour flow,
Shall bloom beyond the grave.

463. L. M. Mr. John Fawcett.
Inconstancy lamented.

1pBy sin and Satan oft beguil'd;

dear Lord, thy feeble child,

Daily to thee I still return, My own inconstancy to mourn. 2 Thou see'st me wav'ring to and fro', And toss'd with various winds that blow; Thou hast compassion for the weak; The bruised reed thou wilt not break. 3 O settle my unstable heart:

Let me not from thy truth depart!
Confirm my faith, increase my love,
And fix my heart on things above.
4 Let my whole soul united be,
By firmer ties, dear Lord, to thee;
Let me my few remaining days,
Be steadfast in thy work and ways!

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464. C. M. Mr. John Fawcett. Confidence, Resolution, and Hope. ORD, I am thine, forsake me not,

L But still thy servant own!

Afflictions are my daily lot,
And sorrows press me down!

2 A thousand snares attend my path,
And I am prone to fall:

But, Lord, support my feeble faith,
And bear me safe through all.
Thy gospel is my treasure still,
I love thy holy laws;

I love to do my Father's will,
Whoe'er desert his cause.

4 Lord, I would still adhere to thee:
Let nought my purpose move;
O may my faith more steadfast be,
And more intense my love!

5 May but almighty grace defend
A feeble helpless worm;
Whate'er distresses may attend,
I'll weather out the storm.