Yea, slay me, Lord, and offer me
A pure burnt sacrifice to Thee.

3 Bind, Father, hand and foot Thy son,
Nor leave the work till all be done;
O, never let me, Lord, go free,
Till all my heart's resign'd to Thee:
Then quickly to the altar lead,
And suffer me no more to plead :
No longer with the' old Adam bear;
Lead on, dear Lord, consume him there.

ANOTHER.

I JESU, Thy soul renew my own,
Thy sufferings for my sins atone :
Thy sacred body slain for me,
From sin and misery set me free.
2 The water issuing from Thy side
The soldier's spear had open'd wide,
That bathe my heart, and all Thy blood
Refresh and bring me near to God.
3 The blood-sweat trickling from Thy face
Prevent my coming in disgrace :

Thy holy passion, death, and tomb
Shall screen me from the wrath to come.

4 O Jesu, grant this my request!

Take, hide me quite in Thy dear breast,
And make me in Thy wounds to dwell
Secure from all the fiends of hell.

And bring me, O my God, to Thee;
That I, with all Thy saints above,
May never cease to praise Thy love.

AN HYMN FOR THE GEORGIA ORPHANS.

1 COME, let us join our God to bless,

And praise Him evermore;

That Father of the fatherless,

That Helper of the poor.

2 Our dying parents us forsake;
His mercy takes us up,

Kindly vouchsafes His own to make,
And God becomes our hope.

3 For us He in the wilderness
A table hath prepared ;

Us whom His love delights to bless,
His providence to guard.

4 Known unto Him are all our needs;
And, when we seek His face,
His open hand our bodies feeds,
Our souls He feeds with grace.

5 Then let us in His service spend
What we from Him receive;

And back to Him what He shall send
In thanks and praises give.

FOR THEIR BENEFACTORS.

J FATHER of Mercies, hear our prayers
For those that do us good;

Whose love for us a place prepares,
And gives the orphans food.

2 Their alms in blessings on their head
A thousand-fold restore;

O, feed their souls with living bread,
And let their cup run o'er.

3 For ever in thy Christ built up,
Thy bounty let them prove,
Steadfast in faith, joyful through hope,
And rooted deep in love.

4 For those who kindly founded this,
A better house prepare;
Remove them to thy heavenly bliss,
And let us meet them there.

BEFORE THEIR GOING TO WORK.

I LET us go forth, 'tis God commands;
Let us make haste away;

Offer to Christ our hearts and hands:
We work for Christ to-day.

2 When He vouchsafes our hands to use,

3

It makes the labour sweet;

If any now to work refuse,

Let not the sluggard eat.

Who would not do what God ordains,

And promises to bless?

Who would not 'scape the toil and pains

Of sinful idleness?

4 In vain to Christ the slothful pray:

We have not learn'd Him so:

No; for He calls Himself the Way
And work'd Himself below.

5 Then let us in His footsteps tread,
And gladly act our part;

On earth employ our hands and head,
But give Him all our heart.

A HYMN FOR CHARITY CHILDREN.

I How happy they, O King of kings!
How safe, how truly blest,

Who under Thy protecting wings

'Both shelter find and rest!

2 Them wilt Thou lead, them wilt Thou keep, And with Thine arm uphold;

O blessed Shepherd! blessed sheep
Of Israel's sacred fold!

3 Nor does the tender wandering lambs
His kindly care disdain;

He knows them better than their dams,
And better does sustain.

4 Behold, His flock from every side
He is assembling still;

And may He all in safety guide
To Sion's sacred hill.

5 If thither He will us convey,
Nor our mean vows despise,
Our hearts we'll on His altars lay
A grateful sacrifice.

6 To God the Father, and the Son,
And Spirit, One in Three,

As is, and was e're time begun,

Eternal glory be.

ANOTHER.

I To Thee, O Father of mankind,
Shall our glad hymns ascend:
To anger slow, to love inclined;
Thy goodness knows no end.

2 The poor and needy from the dust
'Tis Thy delight to raise,
Who in the' assemblies of the just
Will still record Thy praise.

3 Each hand and heart that lend us aid,
Thou didst inspire and guide;
Nor shall their love be unrepaid,
Who for the poor provide.

4 The choicest of Thy blessings shower
On those who us have blest!
Unfailing streams of bounty pour
On every bounteous breast.

5 Gather those outcasts who remain
Exposed as we before;

So shall our still increasing train
With louder songs adore.

ANOTHER.

I WHEN to the temple we repair,

A numerous joyful throng,

Our praise shall fill the house of prayer ; The Lord's our strength and song.

2 Should we be wanting to rejoice,

Through deadness or delays,

The stones themselves would find a voice To celebrate His praise.