Thy neighbour?-Tis the fainting poor,
Whose eye with want is dim ;
Whom hunger sends from door to door,
Go thou, and succour him.
Thy neighbour?-'Tis the heart bereft
Of every earthly gem;
Widow, and orphan, helpless left,—
Go thou, and shelter them.
Whene'er thou meet'st a human form
Less favoured than thine own,
Remember 'tis thy neighbour-worm,
Thy brother, or thy son.
HYMN 65. C. M.
BROKEN-HEARTED, weep no more! Hear what comfort He hath spoken, Smoking flax who ne'er hath quench'd, Bruised reed who ne'er hath broken :
"Ye, who wander here below,
Heavy laden as ye go,
Come, with sin, with grief oppress'd,
Come to me, and be at rest."
Thou, of Jesu's blood-bought flock,
Brought again from sin and straying,
Hear the Shepherd's gentle voice,
'Tis a true and faithful saying.—
"Greater love how can there be,
Than to yield up life for thee?
Bought with pang, and tear, and sigh,
Turn and live!-why will ye die ?"
HYMN 66. L. M.
BREAD of heav'n, on thee we feed,
For thy flesh is meat indeed :
Ever let our souls be fed
With this true and living bread.
Vine of heav'n,-thy blood supplies
This blest cup of sacrifice:
Lord, thy wounds our healing give;
To thy cross we look, and live.
Day by day with strength supplied
Through the life of him who died,
Lord of life, oh, let us be
Rooted, grafted, built in thee.
HYMN 67. P. M.
DOES a Father his fostering hand
From heaven in mercy extend?
And shall I such goodness withstand,
And refuse such a bountiful friend?
Let me rather with rapture embrace
An offer so gracious and kind,
And unlimited confidence place
In such goodness and power combined.
I'll repose on his word, which declares
That the desolate still he befriends;
Makes the fatherless children his care,
And the cause of the widow defends.
I'll list to his heart-soothing voice,
Who declares that the mourners are blest,
Who invites them in him to rejoice,
And assures them of comfort and rest.
COME, Holy Spirit, calm my mind,
And fit me to approach my God,
Remove each vain, each worldly thought,
And lead me to thy blest abode.
Impress upon my wand'ring soul
The love that Christ to sinners bore;
I'll mourn the wounds my sins produced,
And my redeeming God adore.
A brighter faith and hope impart,
And let me now my Saviour see;
O soothe and cheer my troubled heart,
And bid my spirit rest on thee.
HYMN 69. P. M.
WHEN gathering clouds around I view,
And days are dark, and friends are few,
On him I lean, who, not in vain,
Experienc'd every human pain:
He sees my wants, allays my fears,
And counts and treasures up my tears.
When aught shall tempt my soul to stray
From heavenly Wisdom's narrow way,
To shun the precept's holy light,
Or quit my hold on Jesu's might,—
May he, who felt temptation's pow'r,
Still guard me in that dangerous hour.
And oh, when I have safely past
Thro' every conflict but the last,
Still, Lord, unchanging, watch beside
My dying bed, for thou hast died;
Then point to realms of cloudless day,
And wipe the latest tear away.
HYMN 70. L. M.
WHEN I survey the wondrous Cross
On which the Prince of Glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast
Save in the death of Christ, my God;
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to his blood.
See from his head, his hands, his feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down:
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet?
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were an off'ring far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
HYMN 71. L. M.
FATHER of lights, from whom proceeds
Whate'er thy every creature needs;
To thee I look, my heart prepare;
Suggest, and hearken to my prayer.
Thou know'st how unsubdued my will,
Averse from good, and prone to ill;
Thou know'st how wide my passions rove,
Nor check'd by fear, nor charm'd by love.
Fain would I know, as known by thee,
And feel the indigence I see:
Fain would I all my weakness own,
And deep beneath the burden groan.
O give me, Lord, myself to feel;
My total helplessness reveal:
O, give me, Lord, I still would say,
A heart to mourn, a heart to pray.
HYMN 72. L. M.
COME, to the living waters, come;
Sinners, obey your Maker's call;
Return, ye weary wand'rers home,
And find his grace enough for all.
In search of empty joys below,
We toil with unavailing strife;
Whither, ah, whither shall we go?
Thou hast the words of endless life!
O hear that word with earnest care,
And freely take of angels' food;
The sweetness of his mercy share;
And taste that God alone is good.
The willing ear, the heart incline,
His words believingly receive;
Quickened your souls by faith divine,
In everlasting life shall live.
HYMN 73. L. M.
'Tis a point I long to know,
Oft it causes anxious thought,
Do I love the Lord, or no?
Am I his, or am I not?
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