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HYMNS.
"Whoſe bread expands with generous warmth
"A ſtranger's woes to feel;
"And bleeds in pity o'er the wound
"He wants the power to heal.
"He ſpreads his kind ſupporting arms
"To every child of grief;
"His ſecret bounty largely flows,
"And brings unaſk'd relief.
"To gentle offices of love
"His feet are never ſlow;
"He views thro' mercy's melting eye
"A brother in a foe.
"Peace from the boſom of his God,
"My peace to him I give;
"And when he kneels before the throne,
"His trembling ſoul ſhall live.
