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299 TEACH us, O Lord, Thy yoke to wear,
Delighting in Thy perfect will,
2. Teach us, with glad, ungrudging heart,
As Thou hast bless'd our various store,
3 To Thee our all devoted be,
In whom we breathe, and move, and live:
4 And while we thus obey Thy Word,
And every call of want relieve,
300 SHE lov’d her Saviour, and to Him
" Her costliest offering brought;
Ņo gift too rare she thought.
2 So let the Saviour be ador'd,
And not the poor despised;
But all, give all, to Christ.
3 The poor are always with us here ;
'T is our great Father's plan
May bind us man to man. 4 Go, clothe the naked; lead the blind;
Give to the weary rest;
And help for all distress'd.
Thy faith, thy love supreme;
And so give all to Him.
[IGH on a throne of glory, Lord,
Thou dost exalted shine ;
For all the world is Thine.
Partakers of Thy grace; Whose humble names Thou wilt confess
Before Thy Father's face.
In them Thy wants reliev'd ;
Thy voice is now perceiv'd.
Lord, at Thy feet we lay ;
And grace at length repay.
302 FATHER of mercies, send Thy grace
I All-powerful from above,
The image of Thy love.
That generous pleasure know,
And weep for others' woe.
In low distress are laid,
When thron'd above the skies ;
Felt his compassion rise.
To raise us from the ground;
A balm for ev'ry wound.
MISCELLANEOUS. 303 ALL that I was, my sin, my guilt,
+ My death, was all my own:
My gracious God alone.
Was mine, and only mine;
Is Thine, and only Thine.
3 The darkness of my former state,
The bondage,-all was mine;
The liberty,-is Thine.
· And taught me to believe;
And now I live, I live.
All that I hope to be,
I owe it, Lord, to Thee.
AND dost Thou say, “Ask what thou wilt?”
And freed from sin and Satan's power, 2 More of Thy presence, Lord, impart,
More of Thy image let me bear;
And reign without a rival there.
And from Thy joy to draw my strength;
In all its height, and breadth, and length. 4 Grant these requests, I ask no more,
But to. Thy care the rest resign: · Sick, or in health, or rich, or. poor, All shall be well if Thou art mine,
UIET, Lord, my froward heart;
Make me teachable and mild,
Pleased with all that pleases Thee,
Let me as a child receive;
3 As a little child relies
On a care beyond his own,
As my Father, Guard, and Guide,
Safe from dangers, free from fears,
Till the promis'd hour appears,
LET worldly minds the world pursue,
It has no charms for me :
But grace has set me free.