And every thankful heart, A Above the rest, ye highly blest; MRS. STEELE. HYMN 516. C. M. Creation of Man. GOD, a God, the wide earth shouts! He moulded in his palm the world, And hung it in the sky. 2 "Let us make man :"-with beauty clad, 3 Around he turn'd his wond'ring eyes, 4 Ye hills, and vales! ye meads, and woods! Fair creatures, tell me, if you can, 5 What parent power, all great and good, HYMN 517. C. M. BEHOLD, where in a mortal form The virtues, all in Jesus met, With mildest radiance shine. 2. To spread the rays of heavenly light, To preach glad tidings to the poor, DARWIN. 3 Lowly in heart, to all his friends He wash'd their feet, he wip'd their tears, 4 Midst keen reproach and cruel scorn 5 To God he left his righteous cause, 6 In the last hour of deep distress, 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! BE HYMN 518. C. M. Christian Charity. ENFIELD. EHOLD, where, breathing love divine, His weeping followers gath'ring round, 2 From that mild teacher's parting lips The gentle precept which he gave 3 Blest is the man, whose soft'ning heart. 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 5 He spreads his kind supporting arms His secret bounty largely flows 6 To gentle offices of love His feet are never slow: He views through mercy's melting eye 7 Peace from the bosom of his God, And when he kneels before his throne, 8 To him protection shall be shown, 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, I have declar'd thy heavenly truth, 3 Let me thy pow'r and truth proclaim 4 The land of silence and of death Attends my next remove: Oh! may these poor remains of breath WATTS. 2 3 4 5 6 7 HYMN 520. S. M. MY Father!-cheering name! may I call thee mine! Give me with humble hope to claim This can my fears control, 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: Whate'er thy will ordains, If anguish rend this frame, Is not thy mercy still the same Yet shall my soul, believing, own 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 3 To slaves, oppress'd with chains, 4 Thus dear that Friend divine, 5 My God! to gospel light My dawn of hope I owe; Once, wand'ring in the shades of night, 6 Thy hand redeem'd the slave, Be all I am, and all I have, TH MRS. STEELE. HYMN 522. C. M. The Vicissitudes of Providence. [HE gifts indu'gent heaven bestows The human mind, like nature, knows 2 While changing aspects all things wear, Unclouded sunshine all the year, Or constant peace of mind? 3 More gaily smiles the blooming spring, |