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HYMN 118. C.M.
Charity. (cont.)

  2 High on a throne of radiant light
   Dost thou exalted shine;
What can my poverty bestow,
   When all the worlds are thine?
  3 But thou hast brethren here below,
   The partners of thy grace;
And wilt confess their humble names
   Before thy Father's face.
  4 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.
  5 Thy face, with rev'rence and with love,
   We in thy poor would see;
O let us rather beg our bread
   Than keep it back from thee!

HYMN 119. C.M.

  1 O 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, tho' feeble light,
Thro' all your lives let mercy run.
  3 Upon your bounty's willing wings,
Swift fly your gifts and charity;
The hungry feed, the naked clothe,
To pain and sickness help apply.
  4 Pity the weeping widow's woe,
And he her counsellor and stay;
Adopt the fatherless, and smooth
To useful, happy life. his way.

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HYMN 119. C.M.
Charity. (cont.)

  5 Let age, with want and weakness bow'd,
Your bowels of compassion move;
Let e'en your enemies be bless'd,
Their hatred recompens'd with love.
  6 When all is done, renounce your deeds,
Renounce self-righteousness with scorn;
Thus will you glorify your God,
And thus the Christian name adorn.

HYMN 120. C.M.

  1 FATHER of mercies send thy grace,
   All pow'rful from above,
To form, in our obedient souls,
   The image of thy love.
  2 O may our sympathising breasts
   The generous pleasure know,
Kindly to share in others joy,
   And weep for others woe!
  3 Not like the Levite and the Priest,
   Who saw, with hearts of stone,
Their neighbour groaning in distress,
   And left him still alone.
  4 When the most helpless sons of grief
   In sorrows low are laid;
Soft be our hearts, their pains to feel,
   And swift our hands to aid.
  5 So Jesus look'd on dying man,
   When thron'd above the skies;
And, 'midst th' embraces of his God,
   He felt compassion rise.
  6 On wings of love the Saviour flew
   To raise us from the ground;
And shed the richest of his blood,
   A balm for ev'ry wound.


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