4 But feeble my compassion proves,
And can but weep where most it loves:
Thine own all-saving arm employ,
And turn these drops of grief to joy.

Philip Doddridge, 1739.

762.

MATT. v. 3-10.

L. M.

1 BLEST are the humble souls that see Their emptiness and poverty;

Treasures of grace to them are given, And crowns of joy laid up in heaven. 2 Blest are the meek, who stand afar From rage and passion, noise and war; God will secure their happy state,

And plead their cause against the great.
3 Blest are the souls that thirst for grace,
Hunger and long for righteousness;
They shall be well supplied and fed
With living streams and living bread.
4 Blest are the men whose pities move
And melt with sympathy and love;
From Christ the Lord shall they obtain
Like sympathy and love again.

5 Blest are the men of peaceful life,
Who quench the coals of growing strife;
They shall be called the heirs of bliss,
The sons of God, the God of peace.

6 Blest are the sufferers, who partake
Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake;
Their souls shall triumph in the Lord;
Glory and joy are their reward.

763.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

L. M.

1 BLEST is the man whose spirit shares
A suffering brother's wants and cares;
The Lord will visit him in grief,
And bring his trials sweet relief.

2 The sinner's Friend delights to see
His people kind and good as he,

And bids them each with each unite
To make their common burden light.

3 That burden well the Saviour knows;
He bore on earth our sins and woes;
By friends betrayed, by foes assailed,
Yet love divine o'er all prevailed.

4 That love, O Lord, still let us share, Still lead us on through foe and snare, Till we thy face unclouded see,

And lose ourselves and earth in thee.
H. F. Lyte, 1834.

764.

C. M.

1 FATHER of mercies, send thy grace,
All-powerful, from above,

To form in our obedient souls
The image of thy love.

2 Oh, may our sympathizing breasts
That generous pleasure know,
Kindly to share in others' joy,
And weep for others' woe.

3 When poor and helpless sons of grief In deep distress are laid,

Soft be our hearts their pains to feel,
And swift our hands to aid.

4 So Jesus looked on dying men,
When throned above the skies,
And, 'midst the embraces of his God,
He felt compassion rise.

5 On wings of love the Saviour flew
To raise us from the ground,
And made the richest of his blood
A balm for every wound.

Philip Doddridge, 1755

765.

C. M.

1 BRIGHT Source of everlasting love,
To thee our souls we raise,
And to thy sovereign bounty rear
A monument of praise.

2 Thy mercy gilds the path of life
With every cheering ray,

And kindly checks the rising tear,
Or wipes that tear away.

3 What shall we render, bounteous Lord, For all the grace we see?

The goodness feeble worms can yield
Extendeth not to thee.

4 To tents of woe, to beds of pain,
We cheerfully repair,

And, with the gift thy hand bestows,
Relieve the mourners there.

5 The widow's heart shall sing for joy;
The orphan shall be glad ;

And hungering souls we'll gladly point
To Christ, the living bread.

6 Thus passing through the vale of tears,
Our useful light shall shine,
And others learn to glorify
Our Father's name divine.

766.

James Boden, 1798.

C. M.

1 JESUS, my Lord, how rich thy grace,
Thy bounties how complete!
How shall I count the matchless sum,
How pay the mighty debt!

2 High on a throne of radiant light
Dost thou exalted shine;
What can my poverty bestow,
When all the worlds are thine?

3 But thou hast brethren here below,
The partners of thy grace,

And wilt confess their humble names
Before thy Father's face.

4 In them thou may'st be clothed and fed, And visited and cheered;

And in their accents of distress
My Saviour's voice is heard.

5 Thy face, with reverence and love,
I in thy poor would see;

Oh rather let me beg my bread
Than hold it back from thee!

767.

Philip Doddridge, 1775.

1 How sweet, how heavenly is the sight,
When those that love the Lord
In one another's peace delight,
And so fulfil his word!

2 When each can feel his brother's sigh,
And with him bear a part;
When sorrow flows from eye to eye,
And joy from heart to heart!

3 When, free from envy, scorn, and pride, Our wishes all above,

Each can his brother's failings hide,
And show a brother's love!

4 When love, in one delightfui stream,
Through every bosom flows,

And union sweet, and dear esteem,
In every action glows!

5 Love is the golden chain that binds
The happy souls above;

And he's an heir of heaven who finds
His bosom glow with love.

Joseph Swain, 1792.

THE CHRISTIAN LIFE,

ITS BLESSEDNESS.

768.

C. M.

1 HAPPY the souls to Jesus joined,
And saved by grace alone;
Walking in all his ways they find
Their heaven on earth begun.

2 The church triumphant in thy love,
Their mighty joys we know ;
They sing the Lamb in hymns above,
And we in hymns below.

3 Thee, in thy glorious realm, they praise,
And bow before thy throne;
We, in the kingdom of thy grace:
The kingdoms are but one.

4 The holy to the holiest leads;
From hence our spirits rise;
And he that in thy statutes treads
Shall meet thee in the skies.

769.

Charles Wesley, 1745.

ISAIAH XXXV. 8-10.

C. M.

1 SING, ye redeeméd of the Lord,

Your great Deliverer sing;
Pilgrims for Zion's city bound,
Be joyful in your King.

2 See the fair way his hand has raised,
How holy, and how plain;

Nor shall the simplest traveller err,
Nor ask the track in vain.

3 No roaring lion shall destroy,
Nor lurking serpent wound;

Pleasure and safety, peace and praise,
Through all the path are found.