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. . 3 As a little child relies
On a care beyond his own,
Knows he's neither strong nor wise,
Fears to stir a step alone :
Let me thus with Thee abide,
As my Father, Guard, and Guide.
4 Thus preserved from Satan's wiles, Safe from dangers, free from fears, May I live upon Thy smiles, Till the promised hour appears, When the sons of God shall prove All their Father's boundless love. John Newton. 1779. 306 7s. 1 WHEN, my Saviour, shall I be Perfectly resigned to Thee? Poor and vile in my own eyes, Only in Thy wisdom wise?
2 Only Thee content to know,
Ignorant of all below;
Only guided by Thy light,
Only mighty in Thy might?
3 So I may Thy Spirit know,
Let Him as He listeth blow :
Let the manner be unknown,
So I may with Thee be one.
4 Fully in my life express
All the heights of holiness;
Sweetly let my spirit prove
All the depths of humble love.
C. Wesley. 1742.
307 PSALM 131. 78. 1 Lord, if Thou Thy grace impart, Poor in spirit, meek in heart, I shall as my Master be, 358 Clothéd with humility. 5
2 Simple, teachable, and mild,
Changed into a little child,
Pleased with all the Lord provides,
Weaned from all the world besides.
3 Father, fix my soul on Thee:
Every evil let me flee:
Nothing want beneath, above,
Happy in Thy precious Love.
4 0 that all may seek and find
Every good in Christ combined
Him let Israel still adore,
Trust Him, praise Him evermore.
1 Lord, for ever at Thy side
Let my place and portion be
Strip me of the robe of pride,
Clothe me with humility.
2 Meekly may my soul receive
All Thy Spirit hath revealed.
Thou hast spoken;–I believe,
Though the prophecy were sealed.
4 Saints, rejoicing evermore,
In the Lord Jehovah trust :
Him in all His ways adore,
Wise, and wonderful, and just.
James Montgomery. 1822.
BENEVOLENCE. 309 L. M.
1 WHEN Jesus dwelt in mortal clay,
What were His works from day to day
But miracles of power and grace,
That spread salvation through our race?
2 Teach us, 0 Lord! to keep in view
Thy pattern, and Thy steps pursue.
Let alms bestowed, let kindness done
Be witnessed by each rolling sun.
, Thomas Gibbons. 1784.
510 C. M.
1 LoRD, lead the way the Savior went,
By lane and cell obscure,
And let our treasures still be spent,
Like His, upon the poor.
Like Him, through scenes of deep distress,
Who bore the world's sad wo.
We, in their gloomy loneliness,
Would seek the desolate.
3 For Thou hast placed us side by side
In this wide world of ill;
And that Thy followers may be tried,
The poor are with us still.
4. Small are the offerings we can make;
Yet Thou hast taught us, Lord,
If given for the Savior's sake,
They lose not their reward.
William Croswell. 1843.
1 JEsus, our Lord, how rich Thy grace
Thy bounties how complete
How shall we count the matchless sum ?
How pay the mighty debt?
2 High on a throne of radiant light
Dost Thou exalted shine;
What can our poverty bestow,
When all the worlds are Thine 7
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 mayst be clothed and fed,
And visited and cheered;
And in their accents of distress
Our Savior's voice is heard.
5 Thy face, with reverence and with love,
We in Thy poor would see;
O may we minister to them,
And in them, Lord, to Thee.
Doddridge. 1755. a.
312 - 7's. 1 FATHER of our feeble race, Wise, beneficent, and kind Spread o'er nature's ample face, Flows Thy goodness unconfined. 2 Lord, what offerings shall we bring, At Thine altars when we bow? Grateful loving hearts, the spring Whence the kind affections flow; 3 Willing hands to lead the blind, Bind the wounded, feed the poor; Love, embracing all our kind; Charity, with liberal store. 4 Teach us, O Thou heavenly King, Thus to show our grateful mind; Thus the accepted offering bring, Love to Thee and all mankind.
3.13 - S. M. 1 WE give Thee but Thine own, Whate'er the gift may be: All that we have is Thine alone, A trust, O Lord, from Thee.
2 May we Thy bounties thus
As stewards true receive,
And gladly, as Thou blessest us,
To Thee our first fruits give.
3 0 hearts are bruised and dead,
And homes are bare and cold,
And lambs, for whom the Shepherd bled,
Are straying from the fold !
4. To comfort and to bless,
To find a balm for woe,
To tend the lone and fatherless,
Is angels' work below.
... 5 The captive to release,
The lost to God to bring,
To teach the way of life and peace,—
It is a Christ-like thing.
6 And we believe Thy word,
Though dim our faith may be;
Whate'er we do for Thine, O Lord,
We do it unto Thee.
William Walsham How. 1860.
Ö14 C. M. 1 How shall we show our love to Thee, Thou loving God most high, But loving this Thy family, For which Thou deignedst to die? 2 If Thou for me such Love didst bear, Shall I not love again? For all are objects of Thy care; 62 Thy Love doth all sustain. 3