5 Here wisdom, pow'r and love combine,
In full perfection, to design

And execute the glorious plan,
To help and save poor ruin'd man.

6 This system makes us love mankind,
Makes us to all good works inclin'd;
It teaches us for all to pray,
And seek their welfare every day.

CIV. HYMN.-L. M.

1 FROM all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arise;
Let his redeeming love be sung
Through every land, by every tongue.

2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord!
Eternal truth attends thy word:

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.

CV. HYMN.-P. M.

1 HARK! from the mount a voice proclaims "The poor in spirit shall be bless'd; The wounded soul shall find a balm, The wearied body be caress'd."

2 This voice, in mildness and in truth, Declares that he himself has come, To preach the gospel to the poor,

And bring the way-worn traveller home.

3 Whence angels shout in anthems loud,
In strains celestial sing his praise,
From heaven's high arch, the world abroad,
Rings with their sweetest loudest lays.

4 Mourners don't you comfort find? Speak aloud ye meek, and say, If the hungry soul and blind,

Shall behold immortal day?

5 Come, thou dear, thou blessed Saviour,
Bear my soul on seraph's wings,
To courts of bliss and boundless pleasure,
Where angels love, where angels sing.

6 There shall peace and joy immortal,
Bliss celestial and divine,

Clothe the world, and not a mortal
Endless sorrow ever find,

CVI. HYMN.-P M.

1 AND why do Christians thus contend,
For items in their creeds?

An enemy and not a friend,
Sows these contentious seeds.

2 'Twas love to God and love to man,
The dear Redeemer brought;
No metaphysic doctrine can
Compare with what he taught.

3 Why do we judge each other so?
This judging genders strife;
It is enough our Lord to know,
And feel his heav'nly life.

4 What if my brother disagrees
With me in certain things;
Yet strives by works of love to please,
And fruit abundant brings?

5 Shall I disown a brother dear,
For whom my Saviour died?
Can I be fill'd with gospel fear,
And walk in all this pride?

6 O may I learn to walk in love,
In charity abound;

Possess those tempers of the dove,
Which rather heal than wound.

CVII. HYMN.-P. M.

1 THUS saith the mighty God,
To Israel's shepherd's all,

Hear ye my sacred word,
Attend my solemn call.

Should not my sheep
In me their head,

By you be fed-
Lie down and sleep?

2 Ye labour night and day
To lay up wealth in store,
My sheep are made a prey,
To feed yourselves the more.

With cruel arm

Their fleece ye take,

And garments make To keep you warm.

3 The sick ye have not heal'd,
Nor comforted the dams;
Nor brought into the field
The poor bewilder'd lambs.

With cruel force

And also school'd,

Ye have them rul'd,

To make them worse.

4 Through mountains high and low,
My sheep and lambs are stray'd;

And none on earth below

A thorough search have made.

Therefore attend,

And hear my word, Thus saith the Lord, To you I send.

5 Behold! I will require

My flock out of your hands;

No more shall you for hire

O'errule my sheep and lambs!

I know my choice! And they shall hear,

Both far and near,

My saving voice.

6 Like as a shepherd kind,
I'll look for all my sheep;
And ev'ry one I find,
In safety I will keep.

The wolf or bear,

Or lion bold,

Within the fold,

Shall ne'er come there.

7 In pastures ever green

I'll cause my sheep to feed,
The shade or cooling stream
Supplying all their need:

On mountains high, They'll take the air,

Free from all care,

No danger nigh.

8 The lost shall all be found,
The sent away call'd in;

The sick and laine made sound,
The filthy ones made clean.

Thus saith the Lord, My flock are men;

I promise them,

I am their God.

CVIII. HYMN.-C. M.

1 WHO made the sun to rule the day,
And moon to guide the night?
'Twas God the Father of the world,
Sole author of the light.

2 Who made the spring to bloom so gay, And does the summer call?

'Tis God who guards us ev'ry day, With equal love to all.