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2 Lovely songsters join their voices,
Harmony the grove pervades;
All in nature now rejoices,
Light and joy succeed the shades :
Stars withdraw, and man arises,
To his labour cheerful goes :
Day's returning blessings prizes,

And in praise his pleasure shows!
3 May each morn, that in succession,
Adds new mercies ever free:
Leave a strong, and deep impression,
Of my debt, O God, to thee:
Debt of love, ah! how increasing,
Days and years fresh blessings bring;
But my praise shall flow unceasing,
And my Maker's love I'll sing !


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Charity to the Poor; or, Pity to the Afflicted.

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IRLEST is the man, whose bowels move,

D And melt with pity to the poor,

Whose soul, by sympathizing love,
Į Feels what his fellow-saints endure.
2 His heart contrives for their relief,
More good than his own hands can do;
He, in the time of general grief,
Shall find the Lord has bowels too.

3 His soul shall live secure on earth,

With secret blessings on his head,
When drought, and pestilence, and dearth

Around him multiply their dead. 4 Or, if he languish on his couch,

God will pronounce his sins forgiven,
Will save him with a healing touch,
Or take his willing soul to heaven.

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:
He lends the poor some present aid,

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;
Amidst the darkness, light shall rise,

To cheer his heart, and bless his eyes.
5 He hath dispers’d his alms abroad,

His works are still before his God:
His name on earth shall long remain,
While envious sinners fret in vain.

115. Liberality rewarded. (C. M.)
I LAPPY is he that fears the Lord,

| And follows his commands,
Who lends the poor without reward,

Or gives with liberal hands.
2 As pity dwells within his breast,

To all the sons of need ;
So God shall answer his request,

With blessings on his seed. 3 No evil tidings shall surprise,

His well-establish'd mind;
His soul to God his refuge flies,

And leaves his fears behind. 4 In times of general distress,

Some beams of light shall shine;
To show the world his righteousness,

And give him peace divine. 5 His works of piety and love

Remain before the Lord ;
Honour on earth, and joys above, .

Shall be his sure reward.

fod's Blessing on the Merciful. (L. M.)

DLEST is the man, whose generous mind
D To works of mercy is inclin'd ;
The love of Christ bis heart constrains,
And in his breast compassion reigns.

2 With bounteous hands he feeds the poor, di

He gives, and still possesses more ;
A faithful God will thus regard,
His deeds, which merit no reward.
3 The sons of need his pity move,

He melts with sympathetic love ;
He gives to those who can't repay,

Nor dares to frown the poor away.
4 A blessing Providence commands,
On every labour of his hands;
In health, or sickness, he shall find

The Lord is gracious, good, and kind. 5 The merciful shall mercy have,

In that bright world beyond the grave;
While those who have no mercy shown,
The God of mercy will disown.

117. After a Charity Sermon for the Benefit of th

Sick Poor. (C. M.)
1 R RIGHT source of everlasting love!

D To thee our souls we raise :
And to thy sovereign bounty rear

A monument of praise.
2 Thy mercy gilds the paths of life,

With every cheering ray;
Kindly restrains the rising tear,

Or wipes that tear away.
3 When sunk in guilt, our souls approach'd

The borders of despair;
Thy grace, through Jesus' blood, proclaim'd

A free salvation near.

4 What shall we render, bounteous Lord,

For all the grace we see!
Alas! the goodness worms can yield,

Extendeth not to thee.
5 To tents of woe, to beds of pain,

We cheerfully repair,
And, with the gift thy hand bestows,

Relieve the mourners there.
6 The widow's heart shall sing for joy,

The orphan shall be glad;
And hungering souls we'll gladly point

To Christ the living bread.
7 Thus passing through the vale of tears,

Our useful light shall shine ;
And others learn to glorify

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;
His arm was stretch'd for our relief,

And we were gather'd to his fold.
3 Oft as the sabbath-day appears,
With cheerful steps, a youthful train,
Up to his holy courts we haste,
And join to raise th' adoring strain.

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