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HYMN 105.
Relieving Christ in his poor members.
JESUS, 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;
What can my poverty bestow,

When all the worlds are thine ?
But thou hast brethren here below,

The partners of thy grace;
And wilt confess their humble names,

Before thy Father's face.
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.
Thy face, with reverence and with love,

We in thy poor would see:
O may we rather beg our bread,

Than keep it back from thee!



HYMN 106. The blessedness of imparting instruction. 1 BLEST is the man whose heart expands

At melting pity's call;
And the rich blessings of whose hands

Like heavenly manna fall.
2 Mercy, descending from above,

In softest accents pleads ;

each tender bosom move,
When mercy intercedes !



Be our's the bliss in wisdom's way

To guide untutor'd youth:
And lead the mind that went astray,

To virtue and to truth,
Delightful work! young souls to win,

And turn the rising race
From the deceitful paths of sin,

To seek redeeming grace.
Almighty God! thine influence shed

To aid this good design :
The honours of thy name be spread,

And all the glory thine.


HYMN 107.

For the children of Charity Schools. 1 HEAR, Lord, the song of praise and prayer,

In heaven thy dwelling place; From children made the public care,

And taught to seek thy face. 2 Thanks for thy word, and for thy day;

And grant us, we implore, Never to waste in sinful play,

Thy holy sabbaths more.
3 Thanks that we hear; but 0 ! impart

To each desires sincere;
That we may listen with our heart,

And learn as well as hear.
4 Wisdom and bliss thy word bestows,

A sun that ne'er declines;
And be thy mercy shower'd on those

Who plac'd us where it shines.


HYMN 108.
Praise for a religious education.
1 OUR humble voices, Lord, we raise

Before thy gracious throne;
O tune our hearts to sing thy praise,

For all thy mercies shown!
2 Thy watchful eye, thy guardian hand,

Support us every hour ;
And in thy house this day we stand,

Thy goodness to adore. 3 While


children ne'er are taught

of God with care,
We bless the Lord, that we are brought

To this thy house of prayer. 4 Thy tender mercies we implore

On each kind effort given,
To train our minds to love thee more,

And fit our souls for heaven.
5 All those who lend their friendly aid

To cultivate our youth,
Crown with those joys that never fade,

Adorn with grace and truth.


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HYMN 109.
For the extension of Christ's kingdom.
O'ER the gloomy hills of darkness
Look, my soul, be still and

See the promis'd day approaches,
Day of universal grace:

Blessed jubilee!
Let thy glorious morning dawn.


Let the Indian, let the Negro,

Let the rude barbarian see
That divine and glorious conquest,
Once obtain’d on Calvary :

Let the Gospel
Loud resound from pole to pole.
Kingdoms wide, that sit in darkness,

Let them see the glorious light;
And from eastern coast to western
May the morning chase the night;

Sway thy sceptre,
Saviour, all the world around.


HYMN 110. "Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, most mighty." 1 CAPTAIN of thine enlisted host,

Display thy glorious banner high;
The summons send from coast to coast,

And call a numerous army nigh. 2 Bid, bid thy heralds publish loud

The peaceful blessings of thy reign;
And when they speak of sprinkling blood,

The mystery to the heart explain. 3 Fight for thyself, O Jesus, fight,

The travail of thy soul regain,
Before the blind make darkness light,
And crooked paths do thou make plain.


HYMN 111.
O send out thy light and thy truth."
BRIGHT as the sun's meridian blaze,
Vast as the blessings he conveys,
Wide as his reign from pole to pole,
And permanent as his controul:



So, Jesus, let thy kingdom come;
Then sin and hell's terrific gloom
Shall at thy brightness flee away,
The dawn of an eternal day.
Then shall the heathen, fill’d with awe,
Learn the blest knowledge of thy law;
And Antichrist on every shore,
Fall from his thrones to rise no more,
Then shall the Jew and Gentile meet

devotion at thy feet;
And earth shall yield thee, as thy due,
Her fullness and her glory too.
O that from Britain now might shine
This heavenly light, this truth divine;
Till the whole universe shall be
But one great temple, Lord, for thee!




HYMN 112.

The call of the Heathen.
From Greenland's icy mountains,

From India's coral strand;
Where Afric's sunny fountains

Roll down their golden sand;
From many an ancient river,

From many a palmy plain,
They call us to deliver

Their land from error's chain,
What though the spicy breezes

Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle,
Though every prospect pleases,

And only man is vile;
In vain with lavish kindness

The gifts of God are strown;
The heathen, in his blindness,

Bows down to wood and stone,


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