CHARITY. C. M.

H. E. MATHEWS.

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1054. C. M.

1. JESUS, my Lord, how rich Thy grace!
Thy bounties how complete!
How shall I count the matchless sum!
How pay the mighty debt?

2. High on a throne of radiant light
Dost Thou exalted shine;
What can my poverty bestow,

When all the worlds are Thine? 3. But Thou hast brethren here below, The partners of Thy grace;

And wilt confess their humble names,
Before Thy Father's face.

4. In them Thou may'st be clothed and fed, And visited and cheered;

And in their accents of distress,

My Saviour's voice is heard.

5. Thy face, with reverence and with love, I in Thy poor would see;

O let me rather beg my bread,
Than keep it back from Thee.

1055. C. M.

DODDRIDGE.

1. SHE loved her Saviour, and to Him
Her costliest present brought;

To crown His head, or grace His name,
No gift too rare she thought.

2. So let the Saviour be adored,

And not the poor despised,
Give to the hungry from your hoard,
But all, give all to Christ.

3. Go, clothe the naked, lead the blind,
Give to the weary rest;
For sorrow's children comfort find,
And help for all distress'd;-

The good which bloodshed could not gain,
Your peaceful zeal shall find.

2. The truths ye urge are borne abroad
By every wind and tide;

The voice of nature and of God
Speaks out upon your side.

3. The weapons which your hands have found Are those which heaven hath wrought, Light, Truth, and Love-your battleground

The free, broad field of Thought.

4. Press on! and if we may not share
The glory of your fight,
We'll ask at least, in earnest prayer,
God's blessing on the Right.

1057. C. M.

1. O, SEE how Jesus trusts himself Unto our childish love,

WHITTIER

As though by His free ways with us
Our earnestness to prove!

2. His sacred name a common word
On earth He loves to hear;
There is no majesty in Him
Which love may not come near.

1059. C. M.

FRENCH.

1. ALL men are equal in their birth,
Heirs of the earth and skies;
All men are equal when that earth
Fades from their dying eyes.

2. God meets the throngs who pay their vows
In courts that hands have made,
And hears the worshiper who bows
Beneath the plantain shade.

3. O, let man hasten to restore

To all their rights of love;

In power and wealth exult no more;
In wisdom lowly move.

4. Ye great, renounce your earth-born pride,
Ye low, your shame and fear;
Live, as ye worship, side by side;
Your brotherhood revere.

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1063. C. M.

MISS FLETCHER.

1. LORD, lead the way the Saviour went,
By lane and cell obscure,

And let our treasures still be spent,
Like His, upon the poor.

2. Like Him, through scenes of deep distress,
Who bore the world's sad weight,
We, in their gloomy loneliness,
Would seek the desolate.

3. For Thou hast placed us side by side
In this wide world of ill;

And that Thy followers may be tried,
The poor are with us still.

4. Small are the offerings we can make;
Yet Thou hast taught us, Lord,
If given for the Saviour's sake,
They lose not their reward.

CROSWELL.

DORT. 6s & 4s.

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1066. 8s, 7s & 5s.

1. HAST thou, 'midst life's empty noises,
Heard the solemn steps of time?
And the low, mysterious voices
Of another clime?

2. Early hath life's mighty question
Thrilled within thy heart of youth,
With a deep and strong beseeching-
What, and where is truth?

3. Not to ease and aimless quiet
Doth the inward answer tend;
But to works of love and duty,
As our being's end

4. Earnest toil, and strong endeavor
Of a spirit which within
Wrestles with familiar evil,
And besetting sin;

5. And without, with tireless vigor,
Steady heart and purpose strong,
In the power of truth assaileth
Every form of wrong.

1067. 8s & 5s.

WHITTIER.

2. Patiently enduring, ever
Let thy spirit be

Bound, by links that can not sever,
To humanity.

Labor, wait! thy Master perished
Ere His task was done;

Count not lost thy fleeting moments-
Life hath but begun.

3. Labor! wait! though midnight shadows Gather round thee here,

And the storm above thee lowering
Fill thy heart with fear-
Wait in hope! the morning dawneth
When the night is gone,
And a peaceful rest awaits thee
When thy work is done.

1068. 8s & 6s.

BAILEY.

1. I ASK not now for gold to gild,
With mocking shine, an aching frame;
The yearning of the mind is stilled-
I ask not now for fame.

2. But, bowed in lowliness of mind,
I make my humble wishes known;
I only ask a will resigned,

O Father, to Thine own.

3. In vain I task my aching brain,
In vain the sage's thoughts I scan;
I only feel how weak I am,

How poor and blind is man.
4. And now my spirit sighs for home,
And longs for light whereby to see;
And, like a weary child would come,
O Father, unto Thee.

WHITTIER.

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1069. L. M.

2. O! hadst thou still on earth remain'd,
Vision of beauty! fair as brief!
How soon thy brightness had been stain'd
With passion or with grief!
Now, not a sullying breath can rise,
To dim thy glory in the skies.

1070. L. M.

1. OH! if there be an hour that brings
The breath of Heaven upon its wings,
To light the heart, and glad the eye,
With glimpses of eternity;
It is the hour of mild decay,
The sunset of the holy day.

2. For then to earth a light is given,
Fresh flowing from the gates of heaven;
And then on every breeze we hear
Angelic voices whispering near;
Through vailing shades glance seraph eyes,
One step-and all were paradise!

1071. L. M.

1. CLOSE Softly, fondly, while ye weep,
His eyes, that death may seem like sleep,
And fold his hands in sign of rest,
His waxen hands, across his breast.
2. And make his grave where violets hide,
Where star-flowers strew the rivulet's side,
And blue-birds in the misty spring
Of cloudless skies and summer sing.

3. But we shall mourn him long, and miss His ready smile, his ready kiss,

The prattle of his little feet,
Sweet frowns and stammered phrases

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4. And graver looks, serene and high,
A light of heaven in that young eye,
All these shall haunt us till the heart
Shall ache and ache-and tears will start.

5. But not his nobler part shall dwell
A prisoner in this narrow cell;
For he, whom now we hide from men
In the dark ground, shall live again;

6. Shall break these clods, a form of light,
With nobler mien and purer sight,
And in the eternal glory stand,
Highest and nearest God's right hand.