  764. 7s. M. J. Taylor.Acceptable Offering. 1Father of our feeble race, Wise, beneficent, and kind! Spread o'er nature's ample face, Flows thy goodness unconfined. Musing in the silent grove, Or the busy walks of men, Still we trace thy wondrous love, Claiming large returns again. 2Lord, what offering shall we bring, At thine altars when we bow? Hearts, the pure unsullied spring Whence the kind affections flow; Soft compassion's feeling soul, By the melting eye expressed; Sympathy, at whose control Sorrow leaves the wounded breast; 3Willing hands to lead the blind, Bind the wounded, feed the poor; Love, embracing all our kind; Charity, with liberal store:-- Teach us, O thou heavenly King, Thus to show our grateful mind, Thus the accepted offering bring, Love to thee and all mankind. 765. C. M. Watts.Kindness to the Poor. 1How blest is he who fears the Lord, And follows his commands, Who lends the poor without reward, Or gives with liberal hands. 2As pity dwells within his breast To all the sons of need, So God shall answer his request With blessings on his seed. 3In times of danger and distress, Some beams of light shall shine, To show the world his righteousness, And give him peace divine. 4His works of piety and love Remain before the Lord; Sweet peace on earth, and joys above, Shall be his sure reward. 766. C. M. H. Martineau.All Men are equal. 1All men are equal in their birth, Heirs of the earth and skies; All men are equal when that earth Fades from their dying eyes. 2God meets the throngs who pay their vows In courts that hands have made, And hears the worshipper who bows Beneath the plantain shade. 3'Tis man alone who difference sees, And speaks of high and low, And worships those, and tramples these, While the same path they go. 4O, let man hasten to restore To all their rights of love; In power and wealth exult no more; In wisdom lowly move. 5Ye great, renounce your earth-born pride, Ye low, your shame and fear: Live, as ye worship, side by side; Your brotherhood revere. 767. C. M. Lutheran Coll.Charity. 1Go to the pillow of disease, Where night gives no repose, And on the cheek where sickness preys, Bid health to plant the rose. 2Go where the friendless stranger lies; To perish is his doom: Snatch from the grave his closing eyes. And bring his blessing home. 3Thus what our Heavenly Father gave Shall we as freely give; Thus copy him who lived to save, And died that we might live. 768. C. M. Mrs. Barbauld."Ye are the Salt of the Earth." 1Salt of the earth! ye virtuous few Who season human kind; Light of the world! whose cheering ray Illumes the realms of mind. 2Where misery spreads her deepest shade Your strong compassion glows; From your blest lips the balm proceeds That softens human woes. 3Yours is the large expansive thought, The high heroic deed; Exile and chains to you are dear, To you 'tis sweet to bleed. 4Proceed! your race of glory run, Your virtuous toils endure; You come commissioned from on high, And your reward is sure. 769. L. M. Watts.All Things vain without Love. 1Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews, And nobler speech than angels use, If love be absent, I am found Like tinkling brass, an empty sound. 2Were I inspired to preach and tell All that is done in heaven and hell; Or could my faith the world remove, Still I am nothing without love. 3Should I distribute all my store To feed the cravings of the poor; Or give my body to the flame To gain a martyr's glorious name; 4If love to God and love to men Be absent, all my hopes are vain: Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal, The works of love can e'er fulfil. 770. C. M. Mrs. Sigourney.The Sower and the Seed. 1All hail! ye servants of the Lord! On mercy's mission bound; Who, like the sower of the word, Strew precious gifts around. 2What though your seed 'mid thorns be sown, Where tares and brambles thrive, Still One is able, One alone, To save its germ alive. 3Ye fear, what falls on stony earth Will mock your prayerful toil; But sometimes plants of holiest birth Bear fruit in sterile soil. 4The seed that by the way-side fell, Perchance you counted dead; Yet birds, that sing in heaven, may tell, They on its sweetness fed. 5And some a hundred fold shall bear, To glorify the Lord; How blessed, then, will be your care! How glorious your reward! 771. 8s. & 7s. M. Hastings.The Sower and his Sheaves. 1He, that goeth forth with weeping, Bearing still the precious seed, Never tiring, never sleeping, Soon shall see his toil succeed: Showers of rain will fall from heaven, Then the cheering sun will shine, So shall plenteous fruit be given, Through an influence all divine. 2Sow thy seed, be never weary, Let not fear thy mind employ; Though the prospect be most dreary, Thou may'st reap the fruits of joy: Lo! the scene of verdure bright'ning, See the rising grain appear; Look again! the fields are whit'ning, Harvest-time is surely near. 772. S. M. Montgomery.Active Effort to do Good. 1Sow in the morn thy seed; At eve hold not thy hand; To doubt and fear give thou no heed; Broadcast it o'er the land;-- 2And duly shall appear, In verdure, beauty, strength, The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, And the full corn at length. 3Thou canst not toil in vain; Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, Shall foster and mature the grain For garners in the sky. 773. L. M. Drummond.Faith without Works is Dead. 1As body when the soul has fled, As barren trees, decayed and dead, Is faith; a hopeless, lifeless thing, If not of righteous deeds the spring. 2One cup of healing oil and wine, One tear-drop shed on mercy's shrine, Is thrice more grateful, Lord, to thee, Than lifted eye or bended knee. 774. C. P. M. Blacklock.Christian Beneficence. 1Hail, love divine! joys ever new, While thy kind dictates we pursue, Our souls delighted share, Too high for sordid minds to know, Who on themselves alone bestow Their wishes and their care. 2By thee inspired, the generous breast, In blessing others only blest, With kindness large and free, Delights the widow's tears to stay, To teach the blind their smoothest way, And aid the feeble knee. 3O God, with sympathetic care, In others' joys and griefs to share, Do thou our hearts incline; Each low, each selfish wish control, Warm with benevolence the soul, And make us wholly thine. 775. C. M. Watts.Liberality Rewarded. Ps. 112. 1Happy is he that fears the Lord, And follows his commands; Who lends the poor without reward, Or gives with liberal hands. 2As pity dwells within his breast To all the sons of need, So God shall answer his request With blessings on his seed. 3No evil tidings shall surprise His well-established mind; His soul to God, his refuge, flies, And leaves his fears behind. 4In times of general distress, Some beams of light shall shine To show the world his righteousness, And give him peace divine. 776. C. M. Watts.Love and Charity. 1Let Pharisees of high esteem Their faith and zeal declare,-- All their religion is a dream, If love be wanting there. 2Love suffers long with patient eye, Nor is provoked in haste; She lets the present injury die, And long forgets the past. 3Malice and rage, those fires of hell, She quenches with her tongue; Hopes and believes, and thinks no ill, Though she endures the wrong. 4Love is the grace that keeps her power In all the realms above; There faith and hope are known no more, But saints forever love. 777. L. M. E. H. Chapin.Anniversary of a Charitable Association. 1When long the soul had slept in chains, And man to man was stern and cold; When love and worship were but strains That swept the gifted chords of old-- By shady mount and peaceful lake, meek and lowly stranger came, The weary drank the words he spake, The poor and feeble blessed his name. 2No shrine he reared in porch or grove, No vested priests around him stood-- He went about to teach, and prove The lofty work of doing good. Said he, to those who with him trod, "Would ye be my disciples? Then Evince your ardent love for God By the kind deeds ye do for men." 3He went where frenzy held its rule, Where sickness breathed its spell of pain; By famed Bethesda's mystic pool; And by the darkened gate of Nain. He soothed the mourner's troubled breast, He raised the contrite, sinner's head, And on the loved ones' lowly rest, The light of better life he shed. 4Father, the spirit Jesus knew, We humbly ask of thee to-night, That we may be disciples too Of him whose way was love and light. Bright be the places where we tread Amid earth's suffering and its poor, Till we shall come where tears are shed And broken sighs are heard no more. 778. C. M. W. Croswell.Imitation of Christ's Kindness. 1Lord, lead the way the Saviour went By lane and cell obscure, And let our treasures still be spent, Like his, upon the poor. 2Like him, through scenes of deep distress, Who bore the world's sad weight, We, in their gloomy loneliness, Would seek the desolate. 3For 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. 4Small are the offerings we can make; Yet thou hast taught us, Lord, If given for the Saviour's sake, They lose not their reward. 779. C. M. Peabody.For a Charitable Occasion. 1Who is thy neighbor? he whom thou Hast power to aid or bless; Whose aching heart or burning brow Thy soothing hand may press. 2Thy neighbor? 'tis the fainting poor, Whose eye with want is dim; O enter thou his humble door, With aid and peace for him. 3Thy neighbor? he who drinks the cup When sorrow drowns the brim; With words of high sustaining hope, Go thou and comfort him. 4Thy neighbor? 'tis the weary slave, Fettered in mind and limb; He hath no hope this side the grave; Go thou, and ransom him. 5Thy neighbor? pass no mourner by; Perhaps thou canst redeem A breaking heart from misery; Go, share thy lot with him. 780. L. M. Pratt's Coll.The Blessedness of considering the Poor. Ps. 41:1-3. 1Blest who with generous pity glows, Who learns to feel another's woes; Bows to the poor man's wants his ear, And wipes the helpless orphan's tear! In every want, in every woe, Himself thy pity, Lord, shall know. 2Thy love his life shall guard, thy hand Give to his lot the chosen land; Nor leave him, in the troubled day, To unrelenting foes a prey. In sickness thou shall raise his head, And make with tenderest care his bed. 781. L. M. J. G. Adams.For a Charitable Meeting. 1God of the poor! whose listening ear Is sought by want's imploring cry,-- Whose bounty and whose grace are near, Thy needy children to supply:-- 2To whom with more acceptance rise The words of mercy's voice divine, Than pompous rites, or sacrifice Of flocks and herds, of oil and wine. 3Where'er the poor our aid demand, Teach us with ready steps to move, Give us the zealous heart and hand To do the work of Christian love;-- 4The downcast spirit to revive, The fainting heart with joy to bless; To bid the solitary live-- The widow and the fatherless. 5Thus will we thank thee that thy grace Inclined our feet in paths to go Where shines that brightness of thy face, Which the obedient only know. 782. L. M. Ch. Psalmody.Care of Widows and Orphans. 1Thou God of hope, to thee we bow; Thou art our refuge in distress; The husband of the widow thou, The father of the fatherless. 2The poor are thy peculiar care; To them thy promises are sure: Thy gifts the poor in spirit share; O, may we always thus be poor. 3May we thy law of love fulfil, To bear each other's burdens here, Endure and do thy righteous will, And walk in all thy faith and fear. 4Thou God of hope, to thee we bow; Thou art our refuge in distress; The husband of the widow thou, The father of the fatherless. 783. L. M. Pratt's Coll.For a Charitable Occasion. 1Help us, O Lord! thy yoke to wear, Delighting in thy perfect will; Each other's burdens learn to bear, And thus thy law of love fulfil. 2Who sparingly his seed bestows, He sparingly shall also reap; But whoso plentifully sows, The plenteous sheaves his hands shall heap. 3Teach us, with glad and cheerful hearts, As thou hast blessed our various store, From our abundance to impart A liberal portion to the poor. 4To thee our all devoted be, In whom we breathe, and move, and live: Freely we have received from thee; Freely may we rejoice to give. 784. 7s. & 6s. M. J. G. Adams.The Same. 1How blest, amid all blessing This changing world bestows, That soul in truth possessing Pity for others' woes; Ready to move and lighten The load affliction bears-- Want's face with joy to brighten, In deed, as with its prayers. 2Thus Christ, the Friend and Servant Of man, depressed and poor-- With ready soul and fervent-- With patience to endure-- Lived, labored without measure In mercy's holy name, God's will his highest pleasure, Our good his only fame. 3And those who in his spirit Would seek to live and move, His virtue must inherit, And labor in his love; Labor where poor, forsaken, And lowly, sufferers lie; In faith and hope unshaken; Celestial ministry! 4God of all times and stations! Teach us this lesson true,-- Proclaim it to all nations In life and power anew,-- That high above all praises-- All prayers--is that unfeigned, Glad offering Mercy raises, By living deeds sustained! 785. C. M. Boden.Kindness to the Afflicted. 1What shall we render, bounteous Lord, For all the grace we see? The goodness feeble man can yield Extendeth not to thee. 2To scenes of woe, to beds of pain, We'll cheerfully repair, And, with the gifts thy hand bestows, Relieve the sufferers there. 3The widow's heart shall sing for joy; The orphan shall be glad; And hungering souls we'll gladly point To Christ, the living bread. 4Thus what our heavenly Father gave Shall we as freely give; Thus copy him who lived to save, And died that we might live. 786. L. M. Miss Woodman.Prayer for a Beneficent Spirit. 1God guard the poor! We may not see The deepest sorrows of the soul; These are laid open, Lord, to thee, And subject to thy wise control. 2Make us thy messengers to shed Within the home of want and woe, The blessings of thy bounty, spread So freely on thy world below. 3Let us go forth with joyful hand To strengthen, comfort and relieve; Then in thy presence may we stand, And hope thy blessing to receive. 787. L. M. Montgomery.For a Public Hospital or Asylum. 1When, like a stranger on our sphere, The lowly Jesus wandered here, Where'er he went, affliction fled. And sickness reared her fainting head. 2Demoniac madness, dark and wild, In his inspiring presence smiled; The storm of horror ceased to roll, And reason lightened through the soul. 3Through paths of loving-kindness led, Where Jesus triumphed, we would tread; To all, with willing hands, dispense The crumbs of our benevolence. 4Here the whole family of woe Shall friends, and home, and comfort know; The blasted form and shipwrecked mind Shall here a tranquil haven find. 5And Thou, dread Power, whose sovereign breath Is health or sickness, life or death, This favored mansion deign to bless; The cause is thine--send thou success! 788. L. M. Mrs. Nichols.Anniversary of an Orphan Asylum. 1Our Father! we may lisp that name, When lowly at thy feet we bow; Thy little children lightly blame, For thou'rt our only parent now! 2We are a stricken, humble band, With hearts that thrill to words of love, And cling confiding to the hand That points us to a home above. 3Though 'mong the lowly of the earth, Contented with our homely fare, How cheerful was the orphan's hearth Before cold Death had entered there 4No mother's voice soothes us to rest-- No father's smile our vision greets: Yet we've a home in every breast That with a tender feeling beats. 5And thou hast raised us many a friend, Not bound by ties of kindred blood; Then let our hearts in prayer ascend To thee, our Father--Saviour--God! For a Temperance Anniversary. 1We praise thee, if one rescued soul, While the past year prolonged its flight, Turned, shuddering, from the poisonous bowl, To health, and liberty, and light. 2We praise thee, if one clouded home, Where broken hearts despairing pined, Beheld the sire and husband come Erect and in his perfect mind. 3No more a weeping wife to mock, Till all her hopes in anguish end; No more the trembling child to shock, And sink the father in the fiend. 4Still give us grace, almighty King! Unwavering at our posts to stand, Till grateful to thy shrine we bring The tribute of a ransomed land. 790. S. M. M. W. Hale.The Same. 1Praise for the glorious light, Which crowns this joyous day; Whose beams dispel the shades of night, And wake our grateful lay! 2Praise for the mighty band, Redeemed from error's chain, Whose echoing voices, through our land, Join our triumphant strain! 3Ours is no conquest gained Upon the tented field; Nor hath the flowing life-blood stained The victor's helm and shield. 4But the strong might of love, And truth's all-pleading voice, As angels bending from above, Have made our hearts rejoice. 5Lord! upward to thy throne Th' imploring voice we raise; The might, the strength, are thine alone! Thine be our loftiest praise. 791. L. M. Anonymous.Temperance Hymn. 1God of our fathers, 'tis thy hand Hath turned the tide of death away, That rolled in madness o'er the land, And filled thy people with dismay. 2Thy voice awaked us from our dream: Thy spirit taught our hearts to feel; 'Twas thy own light, whose radiant beam Came down our duty to reveal. 3Almighty Parent, still in thee Our spirits trust for strength divine; Gird us with heaven's own energy, And o'er our paths let wisdom shine. 4The work of man's destruction stay; The tide of fire still backward press; Drive each delusive mist away, And every humble effort bless. 792. 7s. M. P. H. Sweetser.The Same. 1Hark! the voice of choral song Floats upon the breeze along, Chanting clear, in solemn lays,-- "Man redeemed--to God the praise!" 2Angels, strike the golden lyre! Mortals, catch the heavenly fire! Thousands ransomed from the grave, Millions yet our pledge shall save! 3Save from sin's destructive breath, Save from sorrow, shame and death-- From intemperance and strife, Save the husband, children, wife! 4Courage! let no heart despair-- Mighty is the truth we bear! Forward then, baptized in love, Led by wisdom from above! 793. L. M. Sargent.The Same. 1Slavery and death the cup contains; Dash to the earth the poisoned bowl! Softer than silk are iron chains Compared with those that chafe the soul. 2Hosannas, Lord, to thee we sing, Whose power the giant fiend obeys. What countless thousands tribute bring, For happier homes and brighter days! 3Thou wilt not break the bruised reed, Nor leave the broken heart unbound: The wife regains a husband freed! The orphan clasps a father found! 4Spare, Lord, the thoughtless; guide the blind, Till man no more shall deem it just To live, by forging chains to bind His weaker brother in the dust. 794. 8s. & 7s. M. Pierpont.Morning Hymn for Family Worship. 1Pillows, wet with tears of anguish, Couches, pressed in sleepless woe, Where the sons of Belial languish, Father, may we never know! 2For, the maddening cup shall never To our thirsting lips be pressed, But, our draft shall be, forever, The cold water thou hast blessed. 3This shall give us strength to labor, This, make all our stores increase; This, with thee and with our neighbor, Bind us in the bonds of peace. 4For the lake, the well, the river, Water-brook and crystal spring, Do we now, to thee, the Giver, Thanks, our daily tribute, bring. 795. L. M. Logan.God's Blessing Implored on the Temperance Cause. 1For all who love thee and thy cause, O Lord, thy blessing we implore; Who fear thy name, obey thy laws, From this to earth's remotest shore. 2O grant, that, freed from low desire, And filled with joy, and love, and fear, Each breast may glow with holy fire, While seeking heaven, to serve thee here. 3Pity, O God, the heedless wretch, Who staggers to a dreadful grave; Thy arm of love around him stretch, And show that thou art strong to save. 4Breathe upon those who scorn our cause, Thy cause, O Lord, for thou hast blest; Show them he honors most thy laws Who loves his God and neighbor best. 796. L. M. Mrs. Sigourney.The Upas Tree. 1There sprang a tree of deadly name: Its poisonous breath, its baleful dew Scorched the green earth like lava-flame, And every plant of mercy slew. 2From clime to clime its branches spread Their fearful fruits of sin and woe; The prince of darkness loved its shade, And toiled its fiery seeds to sow. 3Faith poured her prayer at midnight hour; The hand of zeal at noon-day wrought; An armor of celestial power The children of the cross besought. 4Behold the axe its pride doth wound; Through its cleft boughs the sun doth shine; Its blasted blossoms strew the ground: Give glory to the arm divine. 5And still Jehovah's aid implore, From isle to isle, from sea to sea, From peopled earth's remotest shore, To root that deadly Upas Tree. 797. 7s. & 6s. M. J. G. Adams.Dedication of a Temperance Hall. 1'Mid homes and shrines forsaken Of joy and peace divine, Faint hearts new strength have taken, A light is seen to shine! Its beaming revelations Are shed in mercy far; A guide to all the nations-- The glorious Temperance star! 2Hushed be that wail of sadness, Life, life has come again; Awake the song of gladness, Swell high the choral strain! The lost returns from straying In sin's destructive way; That curse is turned to praying, That night to blissful day! 3God of this day! Our Father! In humble praise to thee, Within these walls we gather-- The spared, the blest, the free; To hail thy grace far-sounding-- Our Temple dedicate To hope and life abounding In Man regenerate! 4Rest thou within it ever, As o'er the ark of old; And here, O may we never In our great strife wax cold. Nerve every arm and spirit For each successful blow, Till Temperance shall inherit All temples here below! 798. 6s. & 4s. M. Pierpont.Prayer for the Abolition of Slavery. 1With thy pure dews and rains, Wash out, O God! the stains From Afric's shore; And while her palm trees bud, Let not her children's blood, With her broad Niger's flood, Be mingled more. 2Quench, righteous God! the thirst, That Congo's sons hath cursed-- The thirst for gold; Shall not thy thunders speak, Where Mammon's altars reek, Where maids and matrons shriek, Bound, bleeding, sold? 3Hear'st thou, O God! those chains, That clank on Freedom's plains, By Christians wrought? Those who these chains have worn, Christians from home have torn, Christians have hither borne, Christians have bought! 4Lord! wilt thou not, at last, From thine own image cast Away all cords, Save those of love, which brings Man, from his long wand'rings, Back--to the King of kings,-- The Lord of lords? 799. L. M. Mrs. Chapman.For Faithfulness in the Cause of Human Freedom. 1O God of freedom! hear us pray For steadfast hearts to toil as one; Till thy pure law hath boundless sway-- Thy will in heaven and earth be done. 2A piercing voice of grief and wrong Goes upward from the groaning earth; Most true and holy Lord! how long?-- In majesty and might come forth. 3Yet, Lord! remembering mercy too, Behold th' oppressor in his sin; Make all his actions just and true, Renew his wayward heart within. 800. L. M. Anonymous.Prayer for Zeal and Love. 1O Lord! whose forming hand one blood To all the tribes and nations gave, And giv'st to all their daily food, Look down in pity on the slave! 2Fetters and chains and stripes remove, Deliv'rance to the captives give; And pour the tide of light and love Upon their souls, and bid them live. 3Oh! kindle in our hearts a flame Of zeal, thy holy will to do; And bid each one, who loves thy name, Love all his bleeding brethren too. 4Through all thy temples, let the stain Of prejudice each bosom flee; And, hand in hand, let Afric's train, With Europe's children, worship thee. 801. 8s. & 7s. M. Mrs. Livermore.Prayer for the Slave. 1Father, who of old descended From thy throne above the sky, And thine Israel's rights defended, Hear the bondman's anguished cry! 2Hear how Ethiopia crieth, Kneeling on the blood-stained sod; And how sable Afric' sigheth, Lifting up her hands to God! 3From the grasp of strong oppression, From the tyrant's rusting chain, And from slavery's deep depression, With its life-long hours of pain; 4From our country's wide savannas, Let the cry come up to thee, Let the prayers become hosannas-- Father, set thy children free! 802. 7s. M. Mrs. Follen.That God Would hear the Cries of the Slave. 1Lord! deliver; thou canst save; Save from evil, Mighty God! Hear--oh! hear the kneeling slave, Break--oh! break th' oppressor's rod. 2May the captive's pleading fill All the earth, and all the sky; Every other voice be still, While he pleads with God on high. 3He, whose ear is everywhere, Who doth silent sorrow see, Will regard the captive's prayer, Will from bondage set him free. 4From the tyranny within, Save thy children, Lord! we pray; Chains of iron, chains of sin, Cast forever, cast away. 5Love to man, and love to God, Are the weapons of our war; These can break the oppressor's rod-- Burst the bonds that we abhor. 803. L. M. J. G. Whittier.For a Liberty Meeting on the Fourth of July. 1O Thou! whose presence went before Our fathers in their weary way, As with thy chosen moved of yore The fire by night--the cloud by day! 2When, from each temple of the free, A nation's song ascends to heaven, Most Holy Father! unto thee, May not our humble prayer be given,-- 3For those to whom this day can bring, Not, as to us, the joyful thrill;-- For those, who, under freedom's wing, Are bound in slavery's fetters still:-- 4And grant, O Father! that the time Of Earth's deliverance may be near, When every land, and tongue, and clime, The message of thy love shall hear. 5When smitten, as with fire from heaven, The captive's chain shall sink in dust, And to his fettered soul be given The glorious freedom of the just. 804. L. M. Miss Weston."'Tis good to be merciful." 1'Tis good to weep and mourn for those, Crushed down by Slavery's iron hand, And feel, while numbering o'er their woes, Strength for the just and true to stand. 2'Tis good and true to say to those, Who claim a right in human kind, "Mercy and Justice are your foes, And they shall certain triumph find." 3'Tis good--'tis blessed, to say to all, "Arise, to help the wretched slave, Upon your God for courage call, And in his strength go forth and save." 4Lord! this is what we seek to do; Grant us thy grace to do it well; Help us thy glory to pursue, And of thy promises to tell. 805. P. M. H. Ware, Jr.The Progress of Freedom. 1Oppression shall not always reign; There comes a brighter day; When freedom, burst from every chain, Shall have triumphant way. Then right shall over might prevail, And truth, like hero armed in mail, The hosts of tyrant wrong assail, And hold eternal sway. 2What voice shall bid the progress stay Of truth's victorious car? What arm arrest the growing day, Or quench the solar star? What reckless soul, though stout and strong, Shall dare bring back the ancient wrong, Oppression's guilty night prolong, And freedom's morning bar? 3The hour of triumph comes apace, The fated, promised hour, When earth upon a ransomed race Her bounteous gifts shall shower. Ring, Liberty, thy glorious bell! Bid high thy sacred banner swell! Let trump on trump the triumph tell Of Heaven's redeeming power. 806. 6s. & 10s. M. Milton, Gardner, and Dwight.Peace. 1No war nor battle's sound Was heard the earth around,-- No hostile chiefs to furious combat ran; But peaceful was the night In which the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began. 2No conqueror's sword he bore, Nor warlike armor wore, Nor haughty passions roused to contest wild; In peace and love he came, And gentle was the reign, Which o'er the earth he spread by influence mild. 3Unwilling kings obeyed, And sheathed the battle blade, And called their bloody legions from the field; In silent awe they wait, And close the warrior's gate, Nor know to whom their homage thus they yield. 4The peaceful conqueror goes, And triumphs o'er his foes, His weapons drawn from armories above; Behold the vanquished sit Submissive at his feet, And strife and hate are changed to peace and love. 807. 6s. & 4s. M. E. Davis.For an Anniversary Meeting of the Friends of Peace. 1Not with the flashing steel-- Not with the cannon's peal, Or stir of drum, But in the bonds of love; Our white flag floats above, Her emblem is the dove, 'Tis thus we come. 2The laws of Christian light, These are our weapons bright, Our mighty shield; Christ is our leader high, And the broad plains which lie Beneath the blessÉd sky, Our battle field. 3On, then, in God's great name, Let each pure spirit's flame Burn bright and clear: Stand firmly in your lot, Cry ye aloud, "Doubt not," Be every fear forgot, Christ leads us here. 4So shall Earth's distant lands In happy, holy bands, One brotherhood, Together rise and sing, And joyful offerings bring, And Heaven's Eternal King Pronounce it good. 808. C. M. Gibbons.Prayer for Universal Peace. 1Lord, send thy word, and let it run, Armed with thy Spirit's power; Ten thousand shall confess its sway, And bless the saving hour. 2Beneath the influence of thy grace The barren wastes shall rise, With sudden greens and fruits arrayed, A blooming paradise. 3True holiness shall strike its root In each regenerate heart, Shall in a growth divine arise, And heavenly fruits impart. 4Peace, with her olives crowned, shall stretch Her wings from shore to shore; No trump shall rouse the rage of war, Nor murderous cannon roar. 5Lord, for those days we wait;--those days Are in thy word foretold; Fly swifter, sun and stars, and bring This promised age of gold! 809. C. M. Anonymous.The Gospel of Peace. 1Joy to the earth! the Prince of Peace His banner has unfurled; Let strife, and sin, and error cease, And joy pervade the world! 2Praise ye the Lord! for truth and grace His word and life display; Let every soul his love embrace, And own its gentle sway. 3Peace on the earth, good will to men, Embraced the Gospel plan; Let that sweet strain be heard again, Which angel-tones began. 4Joy to the isles and lands afar, Messiah reigns above; Let every eye behold the star, The star of light and love. 810. C. M. Mrs. Livermore.Peace. 1No warlike sounds awoke the night, Announcing Jesus' birth, But angels borne on wings of light, Who chanted "Peace to earth!" 2Not in the warrior's armor mailed Was Christ the Saviour found; Not striving, when by wrath assailed Not with the laurel crowned. 3But meek and lowly was his life, The gentle Prince of Peace, Whose law condemns the hostile strife, And bids dissensions cease. 4Then let the war-cry ne'er be rung Beneath the smiling sky, Nor to the clouds the banner flung That tells of victory. 5But let the blissful period haste, When, hushed the cannon's roar, The sword shall cease mankind to waste, And war shall be no more. 811. C. M. Anonymous.Prospect of Universal Peace. 1O'er mountain tops, the mount of God, In latter days, shall rise Above the summits of the hills, And draw the wondering eyes. 2The beams that shine from Zion's hill Shall lighten every land; The King who reigns in Salem's towers Shall the whole world command. 3Nor war shall rage, nor hostile strife Disturb those happy years; To ploughshares men shall beat their swords, To pruning-hooks their spears. 4No longer host, encountering host, Shall crowds of slain deplore; They'll lay the martial trumpet by, And study war no more. 812. 7s. M. Lewins Mead Coll.The Blessings of Peace. 1Peace! the welcome sound proclaim, Dwell with rapture on the theme; Loud, still louder, swell the strain: Peace on earth, good will to men. 2Breezes! whispering soft and low, Gently murmur as ye blow, Breathe the sweet celestial strain, Peace on earth, good will to men. 3Ocean's billows! far and wide Rolling in majestic pride: Loud still louder, swell the strain, Peace on earth, good will to men. 4Christians! who these blessings feel, And in adoration kneel; Loud, still louder, swell the strain, Praise to God, good will to men. 813. 8s. 7s. & 6s. M. Miss Fletcher.Compassion for the Sinning. 1Think gently of the erring! Lord, let us not forget, However darkly stained by sin, He is our brother yet. Heir of the same inheritance! Child of the self-same God! He hath but stumbled in the path, We have in weakness trod. 2Speak gently to him, brother; Thou yet mayst lead him back, With holy words, and tones of love, From misery's thorny track. Forget not thou hast often sinned, And sinful yet must be: Deal gently with the erring one, As God hath dealt with thee. 814. 10s. M. Anonymous.The Same. 1Breathe thoughts of pity o'er a brother's fall, But dwell not with stern anger on his fault; The grace of God alone holds thee, holds all; Were that withdrawn, thou, too, wouldst swerve and halt. 2Send back the wand'rer to the Saviour's fold; That were an action worthy of a saint; But not in malice let the crime be told, Nor publish to the world the evil taint. 3The Saviour suffers when his children slide; Then is his holy name by men blasphemed And he afresh is mocked and crucified, Even by those his bitter death redeemed. 4Rebuke the sin, and yet in love rebuke; Feel as one member in another's pain; Win back the soul that his fair path forsook, And mighty and rejoicing is thy gain! 815. L. M. Mrs. Livermore.Reclaiming Power of Love. 1Jesus, what precept is like thine, "Forgive, as ye would be forgiven!" If heeded, O what power divine Would then transform our earth to heaven. 2Not by the harsh or scornful word, Should we our brother seek to gain, Not by the prison or the sword, The shackle, or the clanking chain. 3But from our spirits there must flow A love that will his wrong outweigh; Our lips must only blessings know, And wrath and sin shall die away. 4'Twas heaven that formed the holy plan To bring the wanderer back by love; Thus let us win our brother, man, And imitate thee, God above! 816. L. M. Miss Fletcher.For the Prisoner. 1Father! we pray for those who dwell Within the prison's gloomy cell! For those whose souls are bending low Beneath the weight of guilt and woe. 2Thy love hath kept our thorny way And saved us from sin's iron sway; Our brethren in a weaker hour Have yielded to temptation's power. 3Teach us with humble hearts to feel, How darkly on our brows the seal Of guilt might now perchance be set, Had we the same temptation met. 4Then while the error we would shun, We still would aid the erring one To turn from sin's unpitying sway, To virtue's fair and pleasant way. 817. L. M. Miss Edgarton.The Same. 1Oh shut not out sweet Pity's ray From souls now clouded o'er by sin; Touch their deep springs, and let the day Of Christian love flow freely in. 2Send them kind missions, though their feet No more again the world may tread; Some pulse of better life may beat In hearts that seem unmoved and dead. 3'Tis just that they should bear the pain Of keen remorse and guilty shame; But scorn may drive to crime again-- 'Tis only love that can reclaim. 818. S. M. Miss Fletcher.The Same. 1We come to thee, O God, With hushed and solemn strain; We come to plead for those who lie Bound with the prisoner's chain. 2O, give them contrite hearts, To feel their fearful sin, And give to us a patient faith Those erring ones to win. 3Give us to love thy law, The paths of vice to shun, But never harshly dare to spurn The suffering sinful one. 819. S. M. Miss Martineau, alt.The Coming of Christ in Power. 1Lord Jesus, come; for here Our path through wilds is laid! We watch as for the day-spring near, Amid the breaking shade. 2Lord Jesus, come; for hosts Meet on the battle plain: The patriot mourns, the tyrant boasts, And tears are shed like rain. 3Lord Jesus, come; for chains Are still upon the slave; Bind up his wounds, relieve his pains, The pining bondman save. 4Hark! herald voices near, Lead on thy happier day: Come, Lord, and our hosannas hear; We wait to strew thy way. 5Come, as in days of old, With words of grace and power; Gather us all within thy fold, And let us stray no more. 820. C. M. R. Nicoll.Honor all Men. 1I may not scorn the meanest thing That on the earth doth crawl; The slave who would not burst his chain, The tyrant in his hall. 2The vile oppressor who hath made The widowed mother mourn, Though worthless, soulless he may stand, I cannot, dare not scorn. 3The darkest night that shrouds the sky, Of beauty hath a share: The blackest heart hath sighs to tell That God still lingers there. 821. C. M. Whittier.The Call of Truth. 1Oh! not alone with outward sign, Of fear, or voice from heaven, The message of a truth divine, The call of God, is given; Awakening in the human heart, Love for the true and right, Zeal for the Christian's better part, Strength for the Christian's fight. 2Though heralded by nought of fear, Or outward sign or show; Though only to the inward ear It whisper soft and low; Though dropping as the manna fell, Unseen, yet from above, Holy and gentle, heed it well: The call to truth and love. 822. C. M. Lond. Inquirer.Encouragement to Christian Effort. 1Scorn not the slightest word or deed, Nor deem it void of power; There's fruit in each wind-wafted seed, Waiting its natal hour. 2A whispered word may touch the heart, And call it back to life; A look of love bid sin depart, And still unholy strife. 3No act falls fruitless; none can tell How vast its power may be; Nor what results enfolded dwell Within it silently. 4Work and despair not: bring thy mite, Nor care how small it be; God is with all that serve the right, The holy, true, and free. 823. S. M. Enfield.Forgiveness. 1I hear the voice of woe! I hear a brother's sigh! Then let my heart with pity flow, With tears of love, my eye. 2I hear the thirsty cry! The hungry beg for bread! Then let my spring its stream supply, My hand its bounty shed. 3The debtor humbly sues, Who would, but cannot pay; And shall I lenity refuse, Who need it every day? 4And shall not wrath relent, Touched by that humble strain, My brother crying, "I repent, Nor will offend again?" 5How else, on soaring wing, Can hope bear high my prayer, Up to thy throne, my God, my King, To plead for pardon there? 824. 7s. M. Milman."And he arose and rebuked the winds and sea." 1Lord! thou didst arise and say, To the troubled waters, "Peace," And the tempest died away, Down they sank, the foaming seas; And a calm and heaving sleep Spread o'er all the glassy deep, All the azure lake serene Like another heaven was seen! 2Lord! thy gracious word repeat To the billows of the proud! Quell the tyrant's martial heat, Quell the fierce and changing crowd! Then the earth shall find repose, From oppressions, and from woes; And another heaven appear On our world of darkness here! |
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