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Let their lives resemble thine,
3 Thus thy testimony give
To all who speak for thee,
Through our ministerial hands
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,
Our want received into thy hand
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
The loaves a thousand-fold increased
We banquet on the heavenly bread,
"Then Philip opened his mouth, and
HEN thou hast disposed a heart
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.
Acts xx. 24.
HE holy unconcern
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.
4 I ask not how or when,
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
ET everlasting glories crown
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,