Let their lives resemble thine, 3 Thus thy testimony give To all who speak for thee, Through our ministerial hands 1 NOT from a stock of ours but thine, Jesus, thy flock we feed, Thy unexhausted grace divine 2 Jesus, if we aright confess We own the conscious want of grace And who our poverty retain, More gifts we shall receive, Multiplied grace and blessings gain, And all a God can give. 3 Our scanty stock as soon as known, For feeding famished souls we own, 874 875 1 Our want received into thy hand JESUS, ESUS, the needy sinner's friend, Who hungry still on thee attend, They hear the word thy lips have said, 2 O'erwhelmed with blessings from above, These freshest tokens of thy love, 3 The gospel by our Saviour blessed 876 1 The loaves a thousand-fold increased We banquet on the heavenly bread, "Then Philip opened his mouth, and WHEN HEN thou hast disposed a heart 6-7 s. Then he finds the scripture key, Thou art everywhere concealed: By thy Spirit's light revealed, Urging them their Lord to embrace, Hope for all the promised grace; "None of these things move me," &c. 2-6s & 4-7 s. 1 Acts xx. 24. HE holy unconcern THEMA That I, even I may learn, Show me, Lord, the dazzling prize, Only wish for thee to die. I see my business here, Of thy free unbounded grace, Then to win and close my race. 877 878 4 I ask not how or when, SPEED A Prayer for Missionaries. 87, 87, 47. 1 SPEED thy servants, Saviour, speed them, Thou art Lord of winds and waves; They were bound, but thou hast freed them, Be thou with them: "Tis thine arm alone that saves. 2 Friends, and home, and all forsaking, Lead them safely by the hand. 3 Speed them through the mighty ocean, Drive their terrors far away. 4 When they reach the land of strangers, Hear their sighs, and count their tears. 5 When they think of home, now dearer Rest from toil, and weep no more. 6 Where no fruit appears to cheer them, Let their zeal revive again. 7 In the midst of opposition, Let them trust, O Lord, in thee; When success attends their mission, Let thy servants humbler be; Never leave them, Till thy face in heaven they see: 8 There to reap in joy for ever Fruit that grows from seed here sown, There to be with him who never Ceases to preserve his own, And with gladness Give the praise to him alone. L. M. The Excellency of Christ's Religion 1 ET everlasting glories crown 879 Thy head, my Saviour and my Lord; Thy hands have brought salvation down, And writ the blessing in thy word. 2 In vain our trembling conscience seeks With long despair our spirit breaks, |