  951L. M. Prayer for general peace. Thy footsteps, Lord, with joy we trace, And mark the conquests of thy grace; Complete the work thou hast begun, And let thy will on earth be done. 2 O, show thyself the Prince of Peace; Command the din of war to cease; O, bid contending nations rest, And let thy love rule every breast! 3 Then peace returns with balmy wing; Glad plenty laughs, the valleys sing; Reviving commerce lifts her head, And want, and woe, and hate, have fled. 4 Thou good and wise, and righteous Lord, All move subservient to thy word; O, soon let every nation prove The perfect joy of Christian love! 952L. M. I pray—that thou shouldst keep, etc. While others pray for grace to die O Lord, I pray for grace to live; For every hour a fresh supply; O see my need and freely give. 2 I do not dread the hour of death; If I am thine, no fears remain; I know that with my parting breath I yield for ever mortal pain. 3 E’en if the darkness should appear Too deep for faith as well as sight, If I am thine, thou wilt be near, And take me to thy heavenly light. 4 But O! my Lord, in life’s highway I crave the sunshine of thy face; And every moment of the day I need thy strong supporting grace. 5 I dare not—will not—Lord, deny That heart and feet both go astray; Therefore the more to thee I cry To keep me in the chosen way. 6 The more my sin and unbelief Keep me from walking near to thee, The more, Lord Jesus, is my grief— The more I long thy face to see. 953C. M. I was a father to the poor. Blest is the man whose softening heart Feels all another’s pain; To whom the supplicating eye Was never raised in vain; 2 Whose breast expands with generous warmth A stranger’s woes to feel; And bleeds in pity o’er the wound He wants the power to heal. 3 He spreads his kind supporting arms, To every child of grief; His secret bounty largely flows, And brings unasked relief. 4 To gentle offices of love, His feet are never slow; He views, through mercy’s melting eye, A brother in a foe. 5 Peace from the bosom of his God, The Saviour’s grace shall give; And when he kneels before the throne, His trembling soul shall live. 954C. M. I delivered the poor and the fatherless. Bright Source of everlasting love, To thee our souls we raise; And to thy sovereign bounty rear A monument of praise. 2 Thy mercy gilds the path of life With every cheering ray, Kindly restrains the rising tear, Or wipes that tear away. 3 To tents of woe, to beds of pain, Our cheerful feet repair, And with the gifts thy hand bestows, Relieve the mourners there. 4 The widow’s heart shall sing for joy; The orphan shall be fed; The hungering soul we’ll gladly point To Christ, the living Bread. 955C. M. Ye have the poor always with you. 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. 956C. M. A new commandment. Beneath the shadow of the cross, As earthly hopes remove, His new commandment Jesus gives, His blessÉd word of love. 2 O, bond of union, strong and deep! O, bond of perfect peace! Not e’en the lifted cross can harm, If we but hold to this. 3 Then, Jesus, be thy Spirit ours! And swift our feet shall move To deeds of pure self-sacrifice, And the sweet tasks of love. 957C. M. Scorn not the slightest word or deed. Scorn not the slightest word or deed, Nor deem it void of power; There’s fruit in each wind-wafted seed, That waits its natal hour. 2 A whispered word may touch the heart, And call it back to life; A look of love bid sin depart, And still unholy strife. 3 No act falls fruitless, none can tell How vast its power may be, Nor what results infolded dwell Within it silently. 4 Work on, despair not, bring thy mite, Nor care how small it be, God is with all that serve the right, The holy, true, and free. 958C. M. Make channels for the streams of love. Make channels for the streams of love, Where they may broadly run; And love has overflowing streams, To fill them every one. 2 But if at any time we cease Such channels to provide, The very founts of love for us Will soon be parched and dried. 3 For we must share, if we would keep, That blessing from above; Ceasing to give, we cease to have: Such is the law of love. 959C. H. M. Blessed are ye that sow, etc. O be not faithless! with the morn Cast thou abroad thy grain! At noontide faint not thou forlorn, At evening sow again! Blessed are they, whate’er betide, Who thus all waters sow beside. 2 Thou knowest not which seed shall grow, Or which may die, or live; In faith, and hope, and patience, sow! The increase God shall give According to his gracious will— As best his purpose may fulfill. 3 O, could our inward eye but view, Our hearts but feel aright, What faith, and love, and hope can do, By their celestial might, We should not say, till these be dead, The power that marvels wrought is fled. 960C. M. John 12:3. 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 distressed; 4 But give to Christ alone thy heart, Thy faith, thy love supreme; Then for his sake thine alms impart, And so give all to him. 961C. M. 1 Peter 2:21-23. What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone Around thy steps below; What patient love was seen in all Thy life and death of woe! 2 For, ever on thy burdened heart A weight of sorrow hung; Yet no ungentle, murmuring word Escaped thy silent tongue. 3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile, Thy friends unfaithful prove; Unwearied in forgiveness still, Thy heart could only love. 4 O give us hearts to love like thee! Like thee, O Lord, to grieve Far more for others’ sins than all The wrongs that we receive. 5 One with thyself, may every eye, In us, thy brethren, see The gentleness and grace that spring From union, Lord! with thee. 962C. M. In thee the fatherless findeth mercy. O gracious Lord, whose mercies rise Above our utmost need, Incline thine ear unto our cry, And hear the orphan plead. 2 Bereft of all a mother’s love, And all a mother’s care, Lord, whither shall we flee for help? To whom direct our prayer? 3 To thee we flee, to thee we pray; Thou shalt our Father be: More than the fondest parent’s care We find, O Lord, in thee. 4 Already Thou hast heard our cry, And wiped away our tears: Thy mercy has a refuge found To guard our helpless years. 5 O, let thy love descend on those Who pity to us show; Nor let their children ever taste The orphan’s cup of woe. 963C. M. A father of the fatherless. Where shall the child of sorrow find A place for calm repose? Thou! Father of the fatherless, Pity the orphan’s woes! 2 What friend have I in heaven or earth, What friend to trust but thee? My father’s dead, my mother’s dead, My God! “remember me.” 3 Thy gracious promise now fulfill, And bid my troubles cease; In thee the fatherless shall find Pure mercy, grace, and peace. 4 I’ve not a secret care or pain But he that secret knows; Thou, Father of the fatherless, Pity the orphan’s woes. 964C. M. Bear ye one another’s burdens. Help us, O Lord, thy yoke to wear, Delighting in thy will; Each other’s burdens learn to bear, The law of love fulfill. 2 He that hath pity on the poor, Doth lend unto the Lord: And, lo! his recompense is sure; For more shall be restored. 3 To thee our all devoted be, In whom we move, and live; Freely we have received from thee; And freely may we give. 4 And while we thus obey thy word, And every want relieve, O may we find it, gracious Lord! More blest than to receive. 965S. M. Not hurt in all my holy mountain. Hush the loud cannon’s roar, The frantic warrior’s call, Why should the earth be drenched with gore? Are we not brothers all? 2 Want, from the wretch depart; Chains, from the captive fall; Sweet mercy, melt the oppressor’s heart: Sufferers are brothers all. 3 Churches and sects, strike down Each mean partition wall; Let love each harsher feeling drown: Christians are brothers all. 4 Let love and truth alone Hold human hearts in thrall, That heaven its work at length may own, And men be brothers all. 966S. M. Establish thou the work of our hands. O praise our God to-day, His constant mercy bless, Whose love hath helped us on our way, And granted us success. 2 O happiest work below, Earnest of joy above, To sweeten many a cup of woe, By deeds of holy love! 3 Lord! may it be our choice This blessÉd rule to keep: Rejoice with them that do rejoice, And weep with them that weep. 967S. M. In the morning sow thy seed. Sow 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. 2 Thou knowest not which shall thrive— The late or early sown; Grace keeps the precious germ alive, When and wherever strown; 3 The good, the fruitful ground Expect not here nor there; On hillside and in dale ’tis found; Go forth, then, everywhere! 4 And duly shall appear, In verdure, beauty, strength, The tender blade, the stalk, the ear, And the full corn at length. 5 Thou canst not toil in vain; Cold, heat, the moist and dry, Shall foster and mature the grain For garners in the sky. 6 Thence, when the glorious end— The day of God—is come, The angel-reapers shall descend, And heaven cry, Harvest-home. 968P. M. The orphan’s prayer. What though earthly friends may frown, Why should I dejected be? Father, let thy will be known, Let me find my all in thee. Never let my soul despair, God will hear the orphan’s prayer; God will hear, God will hear the orphan’s prayer. 2 Sorrow’s child I long have been, Often for unkindness mourned; Friendless orphan, poor and mean, By the proud and wealthy scorned. Still to God will I repair, God will hear the orphan’s prayer; God will hear, God will hear the orphan’s prayer. 3 Earthly comforts fade and die, Sorrows oft our joys attend; But if we on God rely, He will prove a constant friend. On him I’ll cast every care, He regards the orphan’s prayer; He regards, He regards the orphan’s prayer. 9698s & 7s. Psalm 126:6. He that goeth forth with weeping, Bearing precious seed in love, Never tiring, never sleeping, Findeth mercy from above. 2 Soft descend the dews of heaven; Bright the rays celestial shine; Precious fruits will thus be given, Through the influence all divine. 3 Sow thy seed; be never weary; Let no fears thy soul annoy; Be the prospect ne’er so dreary, Thou shalt reap the fruits of joy. 4 Lo! the scene of verdure brightening, In the rising grain appear; Look again; the fields are whitening, For the harvest time is near. 9708s & 7s. Life’s work. All around us, fair with flowers, Fields of beauty sleeping lie; All around us clarion voices Call to duty stern and high. 2 Following every voice of mercy With a trusting, loving heart; Let us in life’s earnest labor Still be sure to do our part. 3 Now, to-day, and not to-morrow, Let us work with all our might, Lest the wretched faint and perish In the coming stormy night. 4 Now, to-day, and not to-morrow, Lest, before to-morrow’s sun, We, too, mournfully departing, Shall have left our work undone. 9718s, 7s & 4s. Freely you have received, etc. With my substance I will honor My Redeemer and my Lord; Were ten thousand worlds my manor, All were nothing to his word: Hallelujah! Now we offer to the Lord. 2 While the heralds of salvation His abounding grace proclaim, Let his saints of every station Gladly join to spread his fame: Hallelujah! Gifts we offer to his name. 3 May his kingdom be promoted; May the world the Saviour know; Be to him these gifts devoted, For to him my all I owe: Hallelujah! Run, ye heralds to and fro. 4 Praise the Saviour, all ye nations; Praise him, all ye hosts above; Shout with joyful acclamations His divine, victorious love: Hallelujah! By this gift our love we’ll prove. 97211s & 10s. That he who loveth God, etc. One whom Jesus loved has truly spoken! The holier worship which God deigns to bless, Restores the lost, and heals the spirit broken, And feeds the widow and the fatherless. 2 Then, brother man, fold to thy heart thy brother! For where love dwells, the peace of God is there; To worship rightly is to love each other; Each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a prayer. 3 Follow, with reverent steps, the great example Of him whose holy work was doing good; So shall the wide earth seem our Father’s temple, Each loving life a psalm of gratitude. 4 Thus shall all shackles fall; the stormy clangor Of wild war music o’er the earth shall cease; Love shall tread out the baleful fires of anger, And in its ashes plant the tree of peace. 97311s & 10s. I the Lord will hasten it, etc. Down the dark future, through long generations, The sounds of war grow fainter, and then cease; And like a bell with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, “Peace!” 2 Peace! and no longer, from its brazen portals, The blast of war’s great organ shakes the skies; But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise. 97411s & 10s. Peace on earth. Peace, peace on earth! the heart of man for ever, Through all these weary strifes, foretells the day; BlessÉd be God, the hope forsakes him never, That war shall end, and swords be sheathed for aye. 2 Peace, peace on earth! for men shall love each other; Hosts shall go forth to bless, and not destroy; For man shall see in every man a brother, And peace on earth fulfill the angels’ joy. 97510s. Restore such a one in the spirit, etc. Breathe 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. 2 Send back the wanderer 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. 3 The 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. 4 Rebuke 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 eternal is thy gain. 9768s & 5s. Work on, hope on. Every day hath toil and trouble, Every heart hath care; Meekly bear thine own full measure, And thy brother’s share, Fear not, shrink not, though the burden Heavy to thee prove; God shall fill thy mouth with gladness, And thy heart with love. 2 Patiently enduring, ever Let thy spirit be Bound, by links that can not sever, To humanity. Labor, wait! thy master labored Till 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. |
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