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to the Heathen. 399
Mercy proclaimed to a ruined world.
Rise with healing in thy wings;
Glorious in thy majesty!
E'en for India's coral shore;
Thou hast mercy to bestow.
All, are waiting to be blest;
Give their fetter'd souls release.
Manifest thy power to save;
Conqu’ring by thy Spirit's sword.] 5 Thus shall earth's extended frame
Swell the trophies of thy name,
Jesus is our Righteousness.
By his work thy pleasure crown:
All-powerful from above
The image of thy love.
2 Oh! may our sympathising breast
That gen'rous pleasure know,
And weep for others' woe.
3 Whene'er the helpless sons of grief
In low distress are laid,
And swift our hands to aid.
A So Jesus look'd on dying men,
Enthroned above the skies;
Felt his compassion rise.
5 Since Christ, to save our guilty souls,
On wings of mercy flew,
Should love each other too.
Delighting in thy perfect will,
And thus thy law of love fulfil.
Lendeth his substance to the Lord;
For more than all shall be restor'd.]
He sparingly shall also reap;
The plenteous sheaves his hand shall heap. 4[Teach us with glad and grateful heart,
As Thou hast bless'd our various store,
A liberal portion to the poor.]
In whom we breathe, and move, and live:
Freely may we rejoice to give.
And ev'ry call of want relieve,
0. M. The blessedness of giving. Job xxix, 11-16. Ps. xli, 1-3; cxii, 9.
1 Blest is the man, whose softning heart
Feels all another's pain,
Is never raised in vain:
2 Whose breast expands with gen'rons warmth
A brother's woes to feel,
It wants the power to heal.
3 He spreads his kind supporting arms
To every child of grief;
And brings, unask’d, relief.
4 To him protection shall be shown;
And mercy from above
The perfect law of love.
Youthful travellers to Zion.
i God of mercy, throned on high!
Listen from thy lofty seat;
Guide, V guide, our wandering feet! 2 Young and erring travellers, we
All our dangers do not know;
Hardly feel the tempest blow.
3 Jesus, Lover of the young!
Cleanse us with thy blood divine;
Save us, keep us, make us thine.
4 Let us ever hear thy voice,
Ask thy counsel every day;
If we walk in wisdom's way.
5 Saviour give us faith, and pour • Hope and love on every soulHope, till time shall be no more;
Love, while endless ages roll,