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Shall he become despis'd and poor,
To make me rich for evermore? 5 And shall I wickedly withhold,
To give my silver and my gold?
And save the sinners Jesus loves ?
To give the whole I can afford ;
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 ;
Be witness'd by each rolling sun.
Who much receives, but nothing gives, Whom none can love, whom none can thank;
Creation's blot, creation's blank
In gen'rous acts his radiant way,
HYMN 118. C. M.
2 High on a throne of radiant light
Dost thou exalted shine ;
When all the worlds are thine ?
The partners of thy grace ;
Before thy Father's face. 4 In them thou may'st be cloth'd and fed,
And visited and cheer'd ;
My Saviour's voice is heard. 5 Thy face, with rev'rence and with love,
We in thy poor would see ;
HYMN 119. C. M.
Around the majesty of heav'n!
'Their souls renew'd, their sins forgiv'n. 2 Go, imitate the grace divine,
The grace that blazes like a sun ;
Thro' all your lives let mercy run. 3 Upon your bounty's willing wings,
Swift fly your gifts and charity ;
To pain and sickness help apply. 4. Pity the weeping widow's woe,
And be her counsellor and stay ;
Let age, with want and weakness bow'd,
Their hatred recompens'd with love. 6 When all is done, renounce your deeds,
Renounce self-righteousness with scorn ;
HYMN 120. C. M.
ATHER of mercies send thy grace,
All pow'rful from above,
The image of thy love.
The generous pleasure know,
And weep for others woe!
Who saw, with hearts of stone,
And left him still alone.
In sorrows low are laid ;
And swift our hands to aid.
When thron’d above the skies ;
He felt compassion rise.
To raise us from the ground ;
A balm for ev'ry wound.
HYMN 121. C. M.
BLEST is the man whose heart expands
Like heav'nly manna fall.
In softest accents pleads ;
When mercy intercedes !
To guide untutor'd youth ;
To virtue and to truth.
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.
To aid this good design ;
HYMN 122. P. M.
A cheerful anthem to his praise,
The work of joy and love.
2 How many children, Lord, we see
Unprincipled, untaught !
We cannot bear the thought. 3 We feel a sympathising heart;
Lord, 'tis a pleasure to impart,
To thee thine own we give :
IIYMN 123. C. M.
To those that have no God;
To seek her last abode.
But guilt, a heavy chain,
To darkness, fire and pain.
Ye stubborn sinners fear;
A long for ever there.
And flashes in your face ;
And sing recov’ring grace.
That promis'd heav'n to me ;
Where happy spirits be.