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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.
Charity.

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.
Charity.

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.