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HYMN 121. C.M.
Charity.

1	BLEST is the man whose heart expands    At melting pity's call; And the rich blessings of whose hands,    Like heav'nly manna fall.
2	Mercy, descending from above,    In softest accents pleads; O may each tender bosom move,    When mercy intercedes!
3	Be ours the bliss in wisdom's way    To guide untutor'd youth; And lead the mind, that went astray,    To virtue and to truth.
4	Children our kind protection claim,    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.
6	Almighty God, thy influ'nce shed    To aid this good design; The honours of thy name be spread,    And all thy glory shine.

HYMN 122. P.M.
Charity.

1	NOW let our hearts conspire to raise A cheerful anthem to his praise,    Who reigns enthron'd above: Let music, sweet as incense, rise, With grateful odours to the skies;    The work of joy and love.

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HYMN 122. P.M.
Charity. (cont.)

2	How many children, Lord, we see In ignorance and misery,    Unprincipled, untaught! Shall they continue still to lie In ignorance and misery?    We cannot bear the thought.
3	We feel a sympathising heart; Lord, 'tis a pleasure to impart,    To thee thine own we give: Hear thou our cry, and pitying see; O let these children live to thee!    O let these children live!

HYMN 123. C.M.
Funeral Hymn - Death dreadful, or, delightful.

1	DEATH! 'tis a melancholy day    To those that have no God; When the poor soul is forced away    To seek her last abode.
2	In vain to heav'n she lifts her eyes;    But guilt, a heavy chain, Still drags her downward from the skies,    To darkness, fire and pain.
3	Awake and mourn, ye heirs of hell,    Ye stubborn sinners, fear; Lest ye be driv'n from earth, and dwell    A long for ever there.
4	See how the pit gapes wide for you,    And flashes in your face; And thou, my soul, look downward too,    And sing recov'ring grace.
5	He is a God of sov'reign love,    That promis'd heav'n to me; And taught my thoughts to soar above,    Where happy spirits be.