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2 Lovely songsters join their voices,
And in praise his pleasure shows!
PUBLIC CHARITIES, &c.
Charity to the Poor; or, Pity to the Afflicted.
IRLEST is the man, whose bowels move,
D And melt with pity to the poor,
Whose soul, by sympathizing love,
3 His soul shall live secure on earth,
With secret blessings on his head,
Around him multiply their dead. 4 Or, if he languish on his couch,
God will pronounce his sins forgiven,
114. The Blessings of the Pious and Charita
(L. M.) 1 THRICE happy man who fears the Lor
I Loves his commands, and trusts his wo Honour and peace his days attend,
And blessings to his seed descend. 2 Compassion dwells upon his mind,
To works of mercy still inclin'd:
Or gives them, not to be repaid. 3 When times grow dark, and tidings spread · That fill his neighbours round with dread,
His heart is arm’d against the fear,
For God with all his power is there. 4 His soul, well fix'd upon the Lord,
Draws heav'nly courage from his word;
To cheer his heart, and bless his eyes.
His works are still before his God:
115. Liberality rewarded. (C. M.)
| And follows his commands,
Or gives with liberal hands.
To all the sons of need ;
With blessings on his seed. 3 No evil tidings shall surprise,
His well-establish'd mind;
And leaves his fears behind. 4 In times of general distress,
Some beams of light shall shine;
And give him peace divine. 5 His works of piety and love
Remain before the Lord ;
Shall be his sure reward.
fod's Blessing on the Merciful. (L. M.)
DLEST is the man, whose generous mind
2 With bounteous hands he feeds the poor, di
He gives, and still possesses more ;
He melts with sympathetic love ;
Nor dares to frown the poor away.
The Lord is gracious, good, and kind. 5 The merciful shall mercy have,
In that bright world beyond the grave;
117. After a Charity Sermon for the Benefit of th
Sick Poor. (C. M.)
D To thee our souls we raise :
A monument of praise.
With every cheering ray;
Or wipes that tear away.
The borders of despair;
A free salvation near.
4 What shall we render, bounteous Lord,
For all the grace we see!
Extendeth not to thee.
We cheerfully repair,
Relieve the mourners there.
The orphan shall be glad;
To Christ the living bread.
Our useful light shall shine ;
Our Father's name divine.
118. For the Children of a Charity School. (L. M.)
1 How happy is our peaceful lot, i 11 Tho' number'd with the labouring poor; Boys. The helpless sons of ignorance, Girls. - Daughters of poverty obscure. 2 With pity our neglected youth,
The heavenly Shepherd did behold;
And we were gather'd to his fold.