With thankful souls behold we pay To thee the Lord ascend, 6 Well pleas'd our God shall view And in a plentiful reward 1 THE HYMN 116. L. M. HE gold and silver are the Lord's, And ev'ry blessing earth affords ; All come from his propitious hand, And must return at his command. 2 The blessings which I now enjoy, I must for Christ and souls employ; For if I use them as my own, My Lord will soon call in his loan. 3 When I to him in want apply, He never does my suit deny ; And shall I then refuse to give, Since I so much from him receive? 4 Shall Jesus leave the realms of day, And clothe himself in humble clay? Shall he become despis'd and poor, 1 HYMN 117. L. M. Charity. HEN Jesus dwelt in mortal clay, But miracles of pow'r and grace, 3 That man may breathe, but never lives, 4 But he, who marks from day to day, Treads the same path his Saviour trod, 1 JE HYMN 118. C. M. Charity. ESUS, my Lord, how rich thy grace How shall I count the matchless sum? How ! 2 High on a throne of radiant light 3 But thou hast brethren here below, 4 In them thou may'st be cloth'd and fed, And visited and cheer'd ; And in their accents of distress, 5 Thy face, with rev'rence and with love, WHAT stupendous mercy shines 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 fy 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. 1 Let age, with want and weakness bow'd, FA HYMN 120. C. M. Charity. ATHER of mercies send thy grace, To form, in our obedient souls, 2 O may our sympathising breasts 3 Not like the Levite and the Priest, 4 When the most helpless sons of grief Soft be our hearts, their pains to feel, 5 So Jesus look'd on dying man, 6 On wings of love the Saviour flew HYMN 121. C. M. Charity. 1LEST is the man whose heart expands At melting pity's call; And the rich blessings of whose hands, 3 Be ours the bliss in wisdom's way And lead the mind, that went astray, 4 Children our kind protection claim, When infants learn to lisp his name, 5 Delightful work, young souls to win, 6 Almighty God, thy influ❜nce shed 1 The honours of thy name be spread, HYMN 122. P. M. Charity. NOW let our hearts conspire to raise |