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299 TEACH us, O Lord, Thy yoke to wear,

Delighting in Thy perfect will,
Gladly each other's woes to bear,
And thus Thy law of love fulfil.

2. Teach us, with glad, ungrudging heart,

As Thou hast bless'd our various store,
From our abundance to impart
A cheerful offering to the poor.

3 To Thee our all devoted be,

In whom we breathe, and move, and live:
Freely we have received from Thee !
O may we now as freely give !

4 And while we thus obey Thy Word,

And every call of want relieve,
Still may we find it, gracious Lord !
More bless'd to give than to receive.

300 SHE lov’d her Saviour, and to Him

" Her costliest offering brought;
To crown his head or grace his name

Ņo gift too rare she thought.

2 So let the Saviour be ador'd,

And not the poor despised;
Give to the hungry from your hoard,

But all, give all, to Christ.

3 The poor are always with us here ;

'T is our great Father's plan
That mutual wants and mutual care

May bind us man to man. 4 Go, clothe the naked; lead the blind;

Give to the weary rest;
For sorrow's children comfort find;

And help for all distress'd.
5 But give to Christ alone thy heart,

Thy faith, thy love supreme;
Then for his sake thine alms impart,

And so give all to Him.

[IGH on a throne of glory, Lord,

Thou dost exalted shine ;
On Thee, we nothing can bestow,

For all the world is Thine.
2 But Thou hast brethren here below,

Partakers of Thy grace; Whose humble names Thou wilt confess

Before Thy Father's face.
3. In them Thou may'st be clothed,

In them Thy wants reliev'd ;
For in their accents of distress

Thy voice is now perceiv'd.
4 Whate'er our willing hands can give,

Lord, at Thy feet we lay ;
Grace will the humble gift receive,

And grace at length repay.

302 FATHER of mercies, send Thy grace

I All-powerful from above,
To form in our obedient souls

The image of Thy love.
2 O may our sympathising breasts

That generous pleasure know,
Freely to share in others' joy,

And weep for others' woe.
3 Whene'er the helpless sons of grief.

In low distress are laid,
Soft be our hearts their pains to feel,
* And swift our hands to aid.
4 So Jesus look'd on dying men,

When thron'd above the skies ;
And when He saw their lost estate,

Felt his compassion rise.
5 On wings of love the Saviour flew,

To raise us from the ground;
And shed his own most precious blood,

A balm for ev'ry wound.

MISCELLANEOUS. 303 ALL that I was, my sin, my guilt,

+ My death, was all my own:
All that I am I owe to Thee,

My gracious God alone.
The evil of my former state

Was mine, and only mine;
The good in which I now rejoice

Is Thine, and only Thine.

3 The darkness of my former state,

The bondage,-all was mine;
The light of life in which I walk,

The liberty,-is Thine.
4 Thy grace first made me feel my sin,

· And taught me to believe;
Then in believing, peace I found,

And now I live, I live.
5 All that I am e'en here on earth,

All that I hope to be,
When Jesus comes, and glory dawns,

I owe it, Lord, to Thee.

AND dost Thou say, “Ask what thou wilt?”
A Lord, I would seize the golden hour ;
I pray to be releas'd from guilt,

And freed from sin and Satan's power, 2 More of Thy presence, Lord, impart,

More of Thy image let me bear;
Erect Thy throne within my heart,

And reign without a rival there.
3 Give me to read my pardon seal'd,

And from Thy joy to draw my strength;
To have Thy boundless love reveald,

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,
Upright, simple, free from art;
Make me as a weaned child, -
From distrust and envy free,

Pleased with all that pleases Thee,
2 What Thou shalt to-day provide

Let me as a child receive;
What to-morrow may betide
Calmly to Thy wisdom leave :
'Tis enough that Thou wilt care ;-.
Why should I the burden bear?

3 As a little child relies

On a care beyond his own,
Knows he's neither strong nor wise,
Fears to stir a step alone;
Let me thus with Thee abide,

As my Father, Guard, and Guide,
4 Thus, preserv'd from Satan's wiles,

Safe from dangers, free from fears,
May I live upon Thy smiles,

Till the promis'd hour appears,
When the sons of God shall prove
All their Father's boundless love.


LET worldly minds the world pursue,

It has no charms for me :
Once I admir'd its trifles too,

But grace has set me free.

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