Charity.

A HYMN.

WHY does the will of heav'n ordain
A world so mix'd with woe:
Why pour down want, disease, and pain,
On wretched men below?

It was by sympathetic ties

The human race to bind,

To warm the heart and fill the
With pity for our kind.

Pity, that like the heav'nly bow
On the dark cloud is seen;

"Tis hers on mortals to bestow,
A more than mortal mien.

Where

mercy

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takes her 'custom'd stand,

To bid her flock rejoice,

'Tis there mild grace extends the hand,

There music tunes the voice.

And he who speaks in Mercy's name
No fiction needs, nor art,

The still small voice of nature's claim
Re-echoes through each heart.

Where Pity's frequent tear is shed,
There God is seen,-is found:
Descends upon the hallow'd head,
And sheds a glory round.

But Charity itself may fail,

Which doth not active prove;

Nor can the prayer of Faith avail,
Without the works of Love.

Hymn to the Creator.

ALL hail! to HIM who sits on high ! TO HIM your cheerful voices rafse! To HIM, the ruler of the sky,

Be glory, honor, love, and praise!

Be wise! ye good! in age, in youth,
The song of joy, O never cease!
His words are all the words of truth:

And all his paths, the paths of peace.

This globe of earth, the sea, the air,

Were form'd by his all-wise command: The heavens, and all their hosts declare "The work of an Almighty hand."

The rough wild sea, HIS voice obeys :

When the loud winds the waves deform He walks (how wondrous all his ways!) On the broad pinions of the storm.

When all this fair creation lay
Involv'd in universal night,

He spake the word, and all was day;
He spake the word, and all was light.

He sees the secrets of the heart;

He searches all the human soul;

His skill directs in every part;

His power informs the wond'rous whole.

'Twas He! JEHOVAII! KING! and GOD! Gave us to breathe this vital air:

We are the children of his nod,

His last best work, his dearest care.

The earth shall moulder into dust,

And life's dream shall pass away

gay

Rejoice, ye good! rejoice, ye just!

His glory never shall decay!

All hail! JEHOVAH ! KING! and GOD!

Ye nations all adore his name! Approach, approach, his high abode,

With thanks, with joy, and loud acclaim !

All hail to HIM who sits on high!

To HIM your cheerful voices raise!

To HIM, the ruler of the sky,

Be glory, honor, love, and praise!

Morning Hymn.

To God, who reigns supreme above,
Let us our grateful homage pay;

With pious joy, and fervent love,
O! let us hail thy sacred day.

Accept, O Lord, the prayers that rise

From contrite hearts, though weak, sincere:

May they, as incense, mount the skies,

And meet thy kind acceptance there!

Still let us bless thy holy name

For mercies ev'ry hour bestow'd:

Till, kindled with seraphic flame,
Our souls explore thy bright abode.

There, with incessant hymns of joy,

Thy sovereign goodness we'll adore, Where pleasures flow without alloy, Where sin and sorrow are no more.

Evening Hymn.

O LORD! before thy awful throne
Again our souls in duty bend:
To thee, our wants and woes are known,
To us thy powerful aid extend.

Direct our hearts to sing thy praise,
In concert with thy heavenly choir;

Let Love divine inflame our lays,

And gratitude the stream inspire.

Thy goodness call'd us forth to light:
Thy bounteous hand our life sustains;
Thou guidest us through the gloom of night,
Where dangers threat, where terror reigns.