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4 Thou, before whom we stand in awe,

And tremble, and obey,
Write in our hearts thy perfect law,

And keep us in thy way. 356. CHRISTIAN CHARITY (1 Co. xiii.) C.M.

St. Andrew's-HarringtonBurnet'. 1 Love suffers long; love envies not;

But love is ever kind;
She never boasteth of herself,

Nor proudly lifts the mind.
2 Love harbours no suspicious thought,

Is patient to the bad;
Grieved when she hears of sins and crimes,

And in the truth is glad.
3 Love no unseemly carriage shows,

Nor selfishly confined;
She glows with social tenderness,

And feels for all mankind. 4 Love beareth much, much she believes,

And still she hopes the best;
Love meekly suffers many a wrong,

Though sore with hardship pressed.
Love still shall hold an endless reign

In earth and heaven above,
When tongues shall cease, and prophets

And every gift but love.

2 Lord, who hast tuned my outward man

To such a lively frame! Renew my heart, in holiness

To praise thy sacred name. 3 While others in distresses lie,

Bound in affliction's chains,
I walk at large, secure and free

From sickness and from pains:
4 The sick have no more cause to pray,

Than I to praise my King:
Since nature teaches them to groan,

Let grace teach me to sing.
5 I see my friends, I taste my food,

I'm free for mine employ; But when I do enjoy my God,

Then I myself enjoy: 6 Lord, thou dost keep me on my feet,

Direct me in thy ways, O crown thy gift of health with grace,

And turn it to thy praise. 352.


St. Lawrence-Artaxerxes-Harlou. 1 For mercies countless as the sands,

Which daily I receive
From Jesus my Redeemer's hands,

My soul, what canst thou give ?

2 High on a throne of radiant light

Dost thou exalted shine;
What can my poverty bestow,

When earth and heaven are thine! 3 But thou hast brethren here below,

The objects of thy grace,
Whose humble names thou wilt confess

Before thy Father's face. 4 In them thou mayest be clothed and fed,

And visited and cheered;
And in their accents of distress

My Saviour's voice is heard. 5 Thy face, with reverence and with love,

I in thy poor would see;
0, rather let me beg my bread

Than hold it back from thee. 358. BENEFICENCE.

C. M. St. Thomas'-St. James'--Tiverton. 1 Bright Source of everlasting love,

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

A monument of praise.
2 Thy mercy gilds the path of life

With every cheering ray;
Kindly restrains the rising tear,

Or wipes that tear away.

3 To scenes of woe, to beds of pain,

Our willing feet repair; And with the gifts thy hand bestows,

Relieve the mourners there. 4 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. 5 Thus passing through the vale of tears,

Our useful light shall shine, And others learn to glorify

Our Father's name divine. 359. MUTUAL HELPFULNESS.

78, Forton-Halle- Theodora. 1 Lord, behold us few and weak;

Humbly at thy feet we fall:
See, we come thy face to seek:

Deign, O deign to hear our call! 2 When we lay in sin and death,

Thou didst pass and bid us live;
Thou didst give thy people faith;

Thou didst all our sins forgive:
3 Jesus, thou didst shed thy blood;

On this rock our hope we raise,
Thou hast brought us near to God;
Thine the work, and thine the praise.

2 Sow ye beside all waters,

With a blessing and a prayer;
Name him whose hands uphold thee,
And sow ye everywhere.
Sow where the sunlight sheddeth
Its warm and cheering ray,
For the rain of heaven descendeth

When the sunbeams pass away. 3 Sow when the tempest lowers,

For calmer days may break;
And the seed in darkness nourished,
A goodly plant may make.
Sow when the morning breaketh
In beauty o'er the land;
And when the evening falleth,

Withhold not thou thine hand.
4 Sow, though the rock repel thee,

In its cold and sterile pride;
Some cleft there may be riven,
Where the little seed may hide.
Fear not, for some will flourish,
And though the tares abound,
Like the willows by the waters,

Will the scattered grain be found. 5 Work while the daylight lasteth,

Ere the shades of night come on:
Ere the Lord of the vineyard cometh,
And the labourer's work is done.

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