3 To gentle offices of love

His feet are never slow;
He views, through mercy's melting eye,

A brother in a foe.
4 To him protection shall be shown;

And mercy, from above,
Descend on those who thus fulfil

The Christian law of love.

(C. M.)

HYMN 116. 1 RICH are the joys which cannot die,

With God laid up in store; Treasures beyond the changing sky,

Brighter than golden ore. 2 The seeds which piety and love

Have scatter'd here below, In the fair fertile fields above

To ample harvests grow.
3 The mite, my willing hands can give,

At Jesus' feet I lay;
Grace shall the humble gift receive,

Abounding grace repay.

(III. 3.)

HYMN 117.
1 LORD of life, all praise excelling,

Thou in glory unconfin'd,
Deign'st to make thy humble dwelling

With the poor of humble mind. 2 As thy love, through all creation,

Beams like thy diffusive light; So the high and humble station

Both are equal in thy sight. 3 Thus thy care, for all providing,

Warm’d thy faithful prophet's tongue; Who, the lot of all deciding,

To thy chosen Israel sung:
4 When thy harvest yields thee pleasure,

Thou the golden sheaf shalt bind; ,
To the poor belongs the treasure
Of the scatter'd ears behind.

Chorus
These thy God ordains to bless,

The widow and the fatherless: 5 When thine olive plants increasing

Pour their plenty o'er thy plain,

Grateful, thou shalt take the blessing,
But not search the bough again.
Chorus. These, &c.

6 When thy favour'd vintage flowing,
Gladdens thine autumnal scene,
Own the bounteous hand bestowing,
But thy vines the poor shall glean.
Chorus. These, &c.

7 Still we read thy word declaring
Mercy, Lord, thine own decree;
Mercy, ev'ry sorrow sharing,

Warms the heart resembling thee. 8 Still the orphan and the stranger, Still the widow owns thy care; Screen'd by thee iu ev'ry danger, Heard by thee in ev'ry pray'r. Hallelujah, Amen.

TO BE USED AT SEA.

HYMN 118.

1 GOD of the seas! thine awful voice
Bids all the rolling waves rejoice;
And one soft word of thy command
Can sink them silent on the sand.

2 The smallest fish that swims the seas,
Sportful, to thee a tribute pays;
And largest monsters of the deep,
At thy command, or rage or sleep.

3 Thus is thy glorious pow'r ador'd
Among the wat'ry nations, Lord!

Yet men, who trace the dang'rous waves,
Forget the mighty God who saves!

HYMN 119.

(L. M.)

(IV. 5.)

"Save, Lord! or we perish." St. Matt. viii. 25.

1 WHEN through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming,

Ling, When o'er the dark wave the red lightning is gleamNor hope lends a ray the poor seaman to cherish, We fly to our Maker: "Save, Lord! or we perish."

20 Jesus, once rock'd on the breast of the billow, Arous'd, by the shriek of despair, from thy pillow, Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish,

Who cries in his anguish, "Save, Lord! or we perish."

3 And O! when the whirlwind of passion is raging, When sin in our hearts its wild warfare is waging, Then send down thy Spirit thy ransom'd to cherish, Rebuke the destroyer; "Save, Lord! or we perish."

Which may be used at Sea or on Land.

1 LORD! for the just thou dost provide,
Thou art their sure defence!
Eternal wisdom is their guide,
Their help, Omnipotence.

2 Though they through foreign lands should roam, And breathe the tainted air

In burning climates, far from home,
Yet thou, their God, art there.

3 Thy goodness sweetens ev'ry soil,
Makes ev'ry country please:

Thou on the snowy hills dost smile,
And smooth'st the rugged seas!

4 When waves on waves, to heav'n uprear'd,
Defy'd the pilot's art;

When terror in each face appear'd,
And sorrow in each heart;

5 To thee I rais'd my humble prayer,
To snatch me from the grave!

I found thine ear not slow to hear,
Nor short thine arm to save!

6 Thou gav'st the word-the winds did cease,
The storms obey'd thy will,

The raging sea was hush'd in peace,
And ev'ry wave was still!

7 For this my life, in ev'ry state,

A life of praise shall be;

And death, when death shall be my fate,
Shall join my soul to thee.

FOR THE SICK.

HYMN 121.

1 WHEN dangers, woes, or death are nigh,
Past mercies teach me where to fly:
Thine arm, Almighty God, can aid,
When sickness grieves, and pains invade.

2 To all the various helps of art
Kindly thy healing pow'r impart;
Bethesda's bath refus'd to save,
Unless an angel bless'd the wave.

(L. M.)

Grateful, thou shalt take the blessing,
But not search the bough again.

Chorùs. These, &c. 6 When thy favour'd vintage flowing,

Gladdens thine autumnal scene, Own the bounteous hund bestowing, But thy vines the poor shall glean.

Chorus. These, &c. 7 Still we read thy word declaring

Mercy, Lord, thine own decree; Mercy, ev'ry sorrow sharing,

Warms the heart resembling thee. 8 Still the orphan and the stranger,

Still the widow owns thy care; Screen’d by thee iu ev'ry danger, Heard by thee in ev'ry pray’r.

Hallelujah, Amen.

TO BE USED AT SEA.

(L. M.)

HYMN 118.
1 GOD of the seas ! thine awful voice

Bids all the rolling waves rejoice;
And one sost word of thy command

Can sink them silent on the sand,
2 The smallest fish that swims the seas,

Sportful, to thee a tribute pays;
And largest monsters of the deep,

At thy command, or rage or sleep. 3 Thus is thy glorious pow'r ador'd

Among the wal’ry nations, Lord !
Yet men, who trace the dang’rous waves,
Forget the mighty God who saves !

HYMN 119.

(IV. 5.) “ Save, Lord! or we perish.” St. Matt. viii. 25. 1 WHEN through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming,

(ing; When o'er the dark wave med lightning is gleamhope lends a ray