371.

"Whoso hath this world's good, and seeth his brother have need, and shutteth up his bowels of compassion from him, how dwelleth the love of God in him?”

1. WE

E give Thee but Thine own,
Whate'er the gift may

be:

All that we have is Thine alone,
A trust, O LORD, from Thee.

2. Oh! hearts are bruised and dead,
And homes are bare and cold,
And lambs, for whom the Shepherd bled,
Are straying from the fold.

3. To comfort and to bless,
To find a balm for woe,
To tend the lone and fatherless
Is angel's work below.

4. The captive to release,

To GOD the lost to bring,
To teach the way of life and peace,
It is a CHRIST-like thing.

5. And we believe Thy word,

Tho' dim our faith may be;
Whate'er for Thine we do, O LORD,

We do it unto Thee.

6. All might, all praise be Thine,
FATHER, Co-equal Son,

And SPIRIT, Bond of love divine,
While endless ages run.

Amen.

372.

"Ye ought to remember the words of the LORD JEsus, how He said, It is more blessed to give than to receive."

1.

LORD of glory, Who hast bought us
With Thy life-blood as the price,

Never grudging for the lost ones
That tremendous sacrifice,
And with that hast freely given
Blessings countless as the sand
To the unthankful and the evil,
With Thine own unsparing hand;

2. Grant us hearts, dear LORD, to yield Thee
Gladly, freely of Thine own;
With the sunshine of Thy goodness
Melt our thankless hearts of stone;
Till our cold and selfish natures,

3.

Warmed by Thee, at length believe
That more happy and more blessèd
'Tis to give than to receive.

Wondrous honour hast Thou given
To our humblest charity,

In Thine own mysterious sentence
"Ye have done it unto Me."
Can it be, O gracious Master,

Thou dost deign for alms to sue,
Saying by Thy poor and needy
"Give as I have given to you?"

:

4. Yes the sorrow and the suffering,
Which on every hand we see,

Channels are for tithes and offerings
Due by solemn right to Thee;
Right of which we may not rob Thee,
Debt we may not choose but pay,
Lest that Face of love and pity
Turn from us another day.

5. LORD of glory, Who hast bought us
With Thy life-blood as the price,
Never grudging for the lost ones
That tremendous sacrifice,

Give us Faith, to trust Thee boldly,
Hope, to stay our souls on Thee;
But oh! best of all Thy graces
Give us Thine own Charity.

Amen.

373.

For Hospitals.

"They brought unto Him all that were diseased, and besought Him that they might only touch the hem of His garment; and as many as were touched were made perfectly whole."

1.

THIN

'HINE arm, O LORD, in days of old
Was strong to heal and save;

It triumphed o'er disease and death,
O'er darkness and the grave;

To Thee they went, the blind, the dumb,

The palsied and the lame,
The leper with his tainted life

The sick with fevered frame.

2. And lo, Thy touch brought life and health,
Gave speech, and strength, and sight;
And youth renewed and frenzy calmed
Owned Thee, the LORD of Light;
And now, O LORD, be near to bless
Almighty as of yore,

In crowded street, by restless couch,
As by Gennesareth's shore.

3. Be Thou our great Deliverer still,
Thou LORD of life and death;
Restore and quicken, soothe and bless
With Thine almighty breath;
To hands that work and eyes

1.

that see

Give wisdom's heavenly lore,

That whole and sick, and weak and strong, May praise Thee evermore.

374.

Amen.

In time of Cattle Plague.

"Thou, LORD, shalt save both man and beast."

•AL

LL creation groans and travails;
Thou, O GOD, shalt hear its groan;

For of man and all creation

Thou alike art LORD alone.

2. Pity then Thy guiltless creatures,

Who, not less, man's sufferings share : For our sins it is they perish;

Let them profit by our prayer.,

eye

3. Cast Thine of love and mercy On the misery of the land:

Say to the destroying Angel,

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""Tis enough: stay now Thine hand."

4. In our homesteads, in our valleys,

5.

Through our pasture-lands give peace :
Through the Goshen of Thine Israel
Bid the grievous murrain cease.

But with deeper, tenderer pity,
Call to mind, O Son of GOD,
Those in Thine own Image fashioned:
Ransomed with Thy precious blood:

6. Hear and grant the supplications,
Like a cloud of incense, borne
Up toward Thy Seat of Mercy,
From Thy people's hearts forlorn :
7. For the widow, for the orphan,
For the helpless, hopeless poor:
Helpless, hopeless, if Thou spare not
Of their basket and their store.

8. So while these her earnest accents
Day by day Thy Church repeats,—
That our sheep may bring forth thousands
And ten thousands in our streets;