1 2 3 4 5 1 2 HYMN 105. Relieving Christ in his poor members. How shall I count the matchless sum? High on a throne of radiant light But thou hast brethren here below, names, In them thou may'st be cloth'd and fed, And in their accents of distress My Saviour's voice is heard. Thy face, with reverence and with love, O may we rather beg our bread, Than keep it back from thee! HYMN 106. The blessedness of imparting instruction. And the rich blessings of whose hands Mercy, descending from above, O may each tender bosom move, 3 4 5 Be our's the bliss in wisdom's way And lead the mind that went astray, Delightful work! young souls to win, From the deceitful paths of sin, To seek redeeming grace. Almighty God! thine influence shed The honours of thy name be spread, HYMN 107. For the children of Charity Schools. 1 HEAR, Lord, the song of praise and prayer, 2 Thanks for thy word, and for thy day; Thy holy sabbaths more. 3 Thanks that we hear; but O! impart That we may listen with our heart, 4 Wisdom and bliss thy word bestows, And be thy mercy shower'd on those 1 2 3 4 5 1 HYMNS. HYMN 108. Praise for a religious education. Thy watchful eye, thy guardian hand, And in thy house this day we stand, While many children ne'er are taught We bless the Lord, that we are brought Thy tender mercies we implore To train our minds to love thee more, All those who lend their friendly aid Crown with those joys that never fade, MISSIONARY. HYMN 109. For the extension of Christ's kingdom. O'ER the gloomy hills of darkness Look, my soul, be still and gaze; Let thy glorious morning dawn. 2 3 Let the Indian, let the Negro, Loud resound from pole to pole. Kingdoms wide, that sit in darkness, Saviour, all the world around. HYMN 110. "Gird thy sword upon thy thigh,Omost mighty." 1 2 3 1 CAPTAIN of thine enlisted host, The summons send from coast to coast, Bid, bid thy heralds publish loud The peaceful blessings of thy reign; Fight for thyself, O Jesus, fight, Before the blind make darkness light, HYMN 111. "O send out thy light and thy truth." 2 3 4 5 1 2 So, Jesus, let thy kingdom come; Then shall the heathen, fill'd with awe, Fall from his thrones to rise no more. Then shall the Jew and Gentile meet And earth shall yield thee, as thy due, O that from Britain now might shine HYMN 112. The call of the Heathen. From Greenland's icy mountains, Their land from error's chain. What though the spicy breezes Bows down to wood and stone. |