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5. She lays her own advantage by,
To seek her neighbours' good.
And save us by his blood.
In all the realms above ; There faith and hope are known no more, But saints for ever love.
HYMN 841. L. M. 1. BLEST is the
man, whose heart is kind And melts with pity to the poor; Who with a sympathising mind,
Feels what his fellow-men endure. 2. His heart contrives for their relief
More good than his own hands can do: He in the time of gen’ral grief
Shall find, the Lord hath pity too. 3. This man shall live secure on earth,
With secret blessings on his head; Though sword, or pestilence, or dearth,
Around him multiply their dead. 4. Or, if with mortal suff'rings try'd,
Suff'rings shall all his soul refine ;
HYMN 342. P. M.
Wise, beneficent, and kind!
Flows thy goodness unconfin'd. Musing in the silent grove,
Or the busy walks of men, Still we trace thy wondrous love,
Claiming large returns again. 2. Lord, what off’ring shall we bring,
At thine altars when we bow? Hearts, the pure unsullied spring,
Whence the kind affections flow
Soft compassion's feeling soul,
By the melting eye express'd;
Sorrow leaves the tortur'd breast; 3. Willing hands to lead the blind,
Bind the wound, or feed the poor;
Charity, with lib'ral store.
Thus to show our grateful mind;
IIYMN 343. c. M. 1. BRIGHT source of everlasting love !
To thee our souls we raise ; And to thy matchless bounty rear
A monument of praise. 2. Thy merey gilds the path of life
With ev'ry cheering ray ; Kindly restrains the rising tear,
Or wipes that tear away. 3. When, sunk in guilt, our race approach'd
The borders of despair; Thy grace through Jesus' blood proclaim'd
Å free salvation near.
For all the grace we see?
Extendeth not to thee.
Our cheerful feet repair;
Relieve the mourners there.
The orphan shall be glad ;
To Christ the living bread.
And others learn to glorify
HYMN 344. L. M. 1.0
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, though feeble light,
Through all your lives let mercy run. 3. Upon your bounty's willing wings,
Swift let the needed blessings fly; The hungry feed, the naked clothe,
To pain and sickness help apply. 4. Pity the weeping widow's wo,
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 mercy and compassion move ;
HYMN 345. L. M.
Grant me to catch the sacred fire: Thus shall my heav'nly birth be known, - And as thy child thou wilt me own. 2. Father, I see thy sun arise,
To cheer thy friends and enemies :
Thy bounty both alike befriends.
My mortal pow'rs by grace refine:
And freely feed a hungry foe.
For all the crimes which I have donc;
Then may the grace, that pardons me,
HYMN 346. S. M.
Our dying Master stands?
Receive his last commands. 2. From that mild Saviour's lips
What tender accents fell!
Became its author well.
Feels all another's pain;
Was never rais'd in vain ;
A stranger's wo to feel,
He wants the pow'r to heal. 5. To offices of love
His feet are never slow :
A brother in a foe.
My peace to him I give;
His trembling soul shall live. 7. To him shall grace be shewn;
And mercy from above
HYMN 847. c. M. 1. DAUGHTERS of pity, tune the lay ;
To mourners joy belongs ;
Accepts our thankful songs.
No guiltless lives expire ;
To help a brother in his need,
Is all our rites require.
To comfort the distrest;
In others' blessing blest. 4. Go to the pillow of disease,
Where night gives no repose, And on the cheek, where sickness preys,
Bid health to plant a rose.
To perish is his doom :
And bring his člessing home.
Shall we as freely give:
HYMN 348. C. M.
Charity or Sunday school. 1. BLEST is the man whose heart expands
At melting pity's call,
Like heav'nly manna fall.
To guide untutor'l youth,
To virtue and to truth.
And God will well approve,
And their Creator love.
And turn the rising race
To seek redeeming grace!
To aid this good design:
And all the glory thine.