And every thankful heart,
With warm devotion glow;
Your voices raise,

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Above the rest, ye highly blest;
Declare his praise.

MRS. STEELE.

HYMN 516. C. M.

Creation of Man.

GOD, a God, the wide earth shouts!
A GOD! the heavens reply:

He moulded in his palm the world,

And hung it in the sky.

2 "Let us make man :"-with beauty clad,
And health in every vein,
And reason thron'd upon his brow,
Stepp'd forth majestic man.

3 Around he turn'd his wond'ring eyes,
All nature's works surveys;
Admires the earth, the skies, himself;
And tries his tongue in praise.

4 Ye hills, and vales! ye meads, and woods!
Sun! with o'erpowering glare,

Fair creatures, tell me, if you can,
From whence, and what ye are?

5 What parent power, all great and good,
Do these around me own?
Tell me, creation, tell me how
T'adore the vast unknown!

HYMN 517. C. M.
The Example of Jesus.

BEHOLD, where in a mortal form
Appears each grace divine!

The virtues, all in Jesus met,

With mildest radiance shine.

2. To spread the rays of heavenly light,
To give the mourner joy,

To preach glad tidings to the poor,
Was his divine employ.

DARWIN.

3 Lowly in heart, to all his friends
A friend and servant found,

He wash'd their feet, he wip'd their tears,
And heal'd each bleeding wound.

4 Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn
Patient and meek he stood !
His foes, ungrateful, sought his life;
He labour'd for their good.

5 To God he left his righteous cause,
And still his task pursu'd;
While humble pray'r and holy faith
His fainting strength renew'd.

6 In the last hour of deep distress,
Before his Father's throne,

With soul resign'd he bow'd, and said, "Thy will, not mine, be done!" 7 Be Christ our pattern, and our guide! His image may we bear! O may we tread his holy steps, His joy and glory share!

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HYMN 518. C. M.

Christian Charity.

ENFIELD.

EHOLD, where, breathing love divine,
Our dying master stands!

His weeping followers gath'ring round,
Receive his last commands.

2 From that mild teacher's parting lips
What tender accents fell!

The gentle precept which he gave
Became its author well.

3 Blest is the man, whose soft'ning heart.
Feels all another's pain;

To whom the supplicating eye

Was never rais'd in vain :

4 Whose breast expands with gen'rous warmth

A stranger's wo to feel;

And bleeds in pity o'er the wound
He wants the pow'r to heal.

5 He spreads his kind supporting arms
To ev'ry child of grief:

His secret bounty largely flows
And brings unask'd relief.

6 To gentle offices of love

His feet are never slow:

He views through mercy's melting eye
A brother in a foe.

7 Peace from the bosom of his God,
My peace to him I give;

And when he kneels before his throne,
His trembling soul shall live.

8 To him protection shall be shown,
And mercy from above

Descend on those who thus fulfil

The perfect law of love.

BARBAULD.

The aged Christian's Prayer. Ps. lxxi. 17, 18.

OD of my childhood, and my youth,
The guide of all my days!

I have declar'd thy heavenly truth,
I've seen thy wond'rous ways.
2 Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs,
And leave my fainting heart?
Who shall sustain my sinking years,
If God, my strength, depart?

3 Let me thy pow'r and truth proclaim
To the surviving age:
And leave a savour of thy name
When I shall quit the stage.

4 The land of silence and of death

Attends my next remove:

Oh! may these poor remains of breath
Proclaim thy boundless love!

WATTS.

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HYMN 520. S. M.
Reliance upon God.

MY Father!-cheering name!

may I call thee mine!

Give me with humble hope to claim
A portion so divine.

This can my fears control,
And bid my scrrows fly;

What real harm can reach my soul

Beneath my Father's eye?

Whate'er thy will denies

I calmly would resign;

For thou art just, and good, and wise:
O bend my will to thine!

Whate'er thy will ordains,
O give me strength to bear;
Still let me know a Father reigns,
And trust a Father's care.

If anguish rend this frame,
And life almost depart;

Is not thy mercy still the same
To cheer my drooping heart?
Thy ways are little known
To my weak erring sight:

Yet shall my soul, believing, own
That all thy ways are right,
My Father:-blissful name!
Above expression dear!

If thou accept my humble claim,

I bid adieu to fear.

HYMN 521.

MRS STEELE.

S. M.

Light and Deliverance.

HE trav'ller, lost in night,

Breathes many a longing sigh,

And marks the welcome dawn of light,

With rapture in his eye.

2 Thus sweet the dawn of day
Which weary sinners find,
When mercy with reviving ray
Beams o'er the fainting mind.

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To slaves, oppress'd with chains,
How kind, how dear the friend,
Whose gen'rous hand relieves their pains,
And bids their sorrows end!

4 Thus dear that Friend divine,
Who rescues captive souls ;
Unbinds the galling chains of sin,
And all its power controls.

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My God! to gospel light

My dawn of hope I owe;

Once, wand'ring in the shades of night,
And sunk in hopeless wo.

6 Thy hand redeem'd the slave,
And set the pris'ner free:

Be all I am, and all I have,
Devoted, Lord, to thee!

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MRS. STEELE.

HYMN 522. C. M.

The Vicissitudes of Providence.

[HE gifts indu'gent heaven bestows
Are variously convey'd ;

The human mind, like nature, knows
Alternate light and shade.

2 While changing aspects all things wear,
Can we expect to find

Unclouded sunshine all the year,

Or constant peace of mind?

3 More gaily smiles the blooming spring,
When wintry storms are o'er;
Retreating sorrow thus may bring
Delights unknown before.