3 5 1 2 Whene'er the helpless sons of grief Soft be our hearts their pains to feel, So Jesus look'd on dying men, On wings of love the Saviour flew, HYMN 104. L. M. "Bear ye one another's burdens." HELP us, O Lord, thy yoke to wear Gladly each other's woes to bear, Teach us, with glad and grateful heart, A liberal portion to the poor. 3 To thee our all devoted be, 4 In whom we breathe, and move, and live; Freely may we rejoice to give. And while we thus obey thy word, 1 2 3 4 5 1 HYMN 105. c. M. Relieving Christ in his poor members. How shall I count the matchless sum. High on a throne of radiant light But thou hast brethren here below, And wilt confess their humble names, Before thy Father's face. In them thou may'st be cloth'd and fed, And in their accents of distress My Saviour's voice is heard. Thy face, with reverence and with love, O let us rather beg our bread, Than keep it back from thee! HYMN 106. c. M. The blessedness of imparting instruction. And the rich blessings of whose hands 2 Mercy, descending from above, O may each tender bosom mov 3 4 Be our's the bliss, in wisdom's way, And lead the mind that went astray, Delightful work! young souls to win, From the deceitful paths of sin, Almighty God! thine influence shed HYMN 107. C. M. For the children of charity schools. 1 HEAR, Lord, the song of praise and prayer,. 2 Thanks for thy word, and for thy day; Thy holy sabbaths more. 3 Thanks that we hear; but O! impart That we may listen with our heart, 4 Wisdom and bliss thy word bestows, And be thy mercy shower'd on those 1 2 3 5 HYMN 108. c. M. Praise for a religious education. Thy watchful eye, thy guardian hand, And in thy house this day we stand, While many children ne'er are taught We bless the Lord, that we are brought Thy tender mercies we implore To train our minds to love thee more, All those, who lend their friendly aid Crown with those joys that never fade, MISSIONARY. HYMN 109. 8.7.4. I or the extension of Christ's kingdom. I O'ER the gloomy hills of darkness Let thy glorious morning dawn. 2 3 1 Let the Indian, let the Negro, Loud resound from pole to pole. Saviour, all the world around. HYMN 110. L. M. "Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, O most Mighty." CAPTAIN of thine enlisted host, 2 Bid, bid thy heralds publish loud 3 Fight for thyself, O Jesus, fight, 1 The travail of thy soul regain, Before the blind make darkness light, HYMN 111. L. M. "O send out thy light and thy truth.” |