TIVOLI. 6, 4.

EDWARD JOHN HOPKINS,

885 Shepherd of tender youth. 1 SHEPHERD of tender youth, Guiding in love and truth

Through devious ways; Christ our triumphant King, We come thy name to sing; Hither our children bring

To shout thy praise.

2 Thou art our holy Lord,
The all-subduing Word,
Healer of strife:
Thou dost thyself abase,
That from sin's deep disgrace
Thou mightest save our race,

And give us life.

3 Thou art the great High Priest; Thou hast prepared the feast

Of heavenly love; While in our mortal pain None calls on thee in vain; Help thou dost not disdain, Help from above.

4 Ever be thou our guide, Our shepherd and our pride,

Our staff and song: Jesus, thou Christ of God, By thy perennial word

Lead us where thou hast trod,

Make our faith strong.

5 So now, and till we die,
Sound we thy praises high,
And joyful sing:

Infants, and the glad throng
Who to thy Church belong,
Unite to swell the song

To Christ our King.
CLEMENT OF ALEXANDRIA, (220.)
TR. BY H. M. DEXTER,

886

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Early piety.

1 I LOVE to hear the story
Which angel voices tell,
How once the King of glory
Came down on earth to dwell.
I am both weak and sinful,
But this I surely know,
The Lord came down to save me,
Because he loved me so.

2 I'm glad my blessed Saviour
Was once a child like me,
To show how pure and holy
His little ones may be;
And if I try to follow

His footsteps here below,
He never will forget me,

Because he loves me so.

3 To sing his love and mercy
My sweetest songs I'll raise;
And though cannot see him
I know he hears my praise;
For he has kindly promised
That even I may go

To sing among his angels,
Because he loves me so.

MRS. EMILY H. MILLER,

GAYLORD. 8, 7. D.

ARR. BY JOSEPH P. HOLBROOK.

FINE.

887 For a blessing on children.

1 HOLY Father, send thy blessing
On thy children gathered here;
Let them all, thy name confessing,
Be to thee forever dear.
Holy Saviour, who in meekness

Didst vouchsafe a child to be;
Guide their steps and help their weakness,
Bless, and make them like to thee.

2 Bear the lambs, when they are weary,
In thine arms and at thy breast;
Through life's desert dark and dreary
Bring them to thy heavenly rest.
Spread thy wings of blessing o'er them,
Holy Spirit, from above;

Guide, and lead, and go before them,
Give them peace, and joy, and love.

1 GRACIOUS Saviour, gentle Shepherd,
Little ones are dear to thee;
Gathered with thine arms, and carried
In thy bosom may we be;
Sweetly, fondly, safely tended,

From all want and danger free.

2 Tender Shepherd, never leave us
From thy fold to go astray;

By thy look of love directed
May we walk the narrow way;
Thus direct us, and protect us,
Lest we fall an easy prey.

3 Taught to lisp the holy praises
Which on earth thy children sing,
Both with lips and hearts unfeigned
May we our thank-offerings bring;
Then with all thy saints in glory
Join to praise our Lord and King.

JANE E. LEESON AND J. WHITTEMORE.

D.8.

BOYLSTON.

S. M.

LOWELL MASON.

890 The evils of intemperance. 1 MOURN for the thousands slain, The youthful and the strong; Mourn for the wine-cup's fearful reign, And the deluded throng.

2 Mourn for the tarnished gemFor reason's light divine,

Quenched from the soul's bright diadem, Where God had bid it shine.

3 Mourn for the ruined soul-
Eternal life and light

Lost by the fiery, maddening bowl,
And turned to hopeless night.

4 Mourn for the lost,-but call,
Call to the strong, the free;

Rouse them to shun that dreadful fall,
And to the refuge flee.

5 Mourn for the lost,-but pray,

Pray to our God above,

To break the fell destroyer's sway,
And show his saving love.

UNKNOWN.

Whose love hath helped us on our way, And granted us success.

2 His arm the strength imparts
Our daily toil to bear;

His grace alone inspires our hearts,
Each other's load to share.

3 O happiest work below,
Earnest of joy above,

To sweeten many a cup of woe,
By deeds of holy love!

4 Lord, may it be our choice This blessed rule to keep,

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Rejoice with them that do rejoice,
And weep with them that weep.'

5 God of the widow, hear,
Our work of mercy bless;
God of the fatherless, be near,
And grant us good success.

SIR HENRY W. BAKER.

892 Ye have done it unto Me.
1 WE 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 May we thy bounties thus
As stewards true receive,
And gladly, as thou blessest us,
To thee our first-fruits give.

3 0, hearts are bruised and dead,
And homes are bare and cold,

And lambs for whom the Shepherd bled, Are straying from the fold!

4 To comfort and to bless,
To find a balm for woe,

To tend the lone and fatherless,
Is angels' work below.

5 The captive to release,

To God the lost to bring,

To teach the way of life and peace,-
It is a Christ-like thing.

6 And we believe thy word,
Though dim our faith may be;
Whate'er for thine we do, O Lord,
We do it unto thee.

WILLIAM W. HOW.

INVITATION.

C. M.

THOMAS HASTINGS,

893

Acts of charity.

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 mayst 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 rather let me beg my bread,

Than hold it back from thee.

PHILIP DODDRIDGE.

894 Sympathy with the afflicted.

1 FATHER of mercies, send thy grace, All-powerful, from above,

To form in our obedient souls
The image of thy love.

2 O may our sympathizing breasts
That generous pleasure know,
Kindly to share in others' joy,
And weep for others' woe.

3 When poor and helpless sons of grief In deep distress are laid,

Soft be our hearts their pains to feel,
And swift our hands to aid.

4 So Jesus looked on dying man,
When, throned above the skies,
And in the Father's bosom blest,
He felt compassion rise.

5 On wings of love the Saviour flew, To bless a ruined race;

We would, O Lord, thy steps pursue, Thy bright example trace.

PHILIP DODDRIDGE.

895 Prayer for the intemperate.

1 'Tis thine alone, almighty Name,
To raise the dead to life,
The lost inebriate to reclaim
From passion's fearful strife.

2 What ruin hath intemperance wrought! How widely roll its waves!

How many myriads hath it brought
To fill dishonored graves!

3 And see, O Lord, what numbers still
Are maddened by the bowl,

Led captive at the tyrant's will

In bondage, heart and soul.

4 Stretch forth thy hand, O God, our King,
And break the galling chain;
Deliverance to the captive bring,
And end the usurper's reign.

5 The cause of temperance is thine own; Our plans and efforts bless;

We trust, O Lord, in thee alone
To crown them with success.
EDWIN F. HATFIELD.

896 The box of spikenard.

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 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.

1 LORD, lead the way the Saviour went,
By lane and cell obscure,
And let love's 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 crowded 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 Mean are all offerings we can make;
Yet thou hast taught us, Lord,

If given for the Saviour's sake,
They lose not their reward.

WILLIAM CROSWELL.

1 WHO is thy neighbor? He whom tho Hast power to aid or bless;

Whose aching heart or burning brow
Thy soothing hand may press.

2 Thy neighbor? "Tis the fainting poor, Whose eye with want is dim;

O enter thou his humble door,
With aid and peace for him.

3 Thy neighbor? He who drinks the cup
When sorrow drowns the brim;
With words of high, sustaining hope,
Go thou and comfort him.

4 Thy neighbor? Pass no mourner by; Perhaps thou canst redeem

A breaking heart from misery;
Go, share thy lot with him.

1 LIFE from the dead, Almighty God, 'Tis thine alone to give;

To lift the poor inebriate up,

And bid the helpless live.

2 Life from the dead! For those we plead
Fast bound in passion's chain,
That, from their iron fetters freed,
They wake to life again.

3 Life from the dead! Quickened by thee, Be all their powers inclined

To temperance, truth, and piety,

And pleasures pure, refined.

4 And may they by thy help abide,
The tempter's power withstand;
By grace restored and purified,
In Christ accepted stand.

UNKNOWN.