1. ALL men are equal in their birth, 2. God meets the throngs who pay their vows 3. O, let man hasten to restore To all their rights of love; In power and wealth exult no more; 4. Ye great, renounce your earth-born pride, 1061. C. M. 1. SCORN not the slightest word or deed, Nor deem it void of power; 337 There's fruit in each wind-wafted seed, 2. A whispered word may touch the heart, And call it back to life; A look of love bid sin depart, 3. No act falls fruitless, none can tell 4. Work on, despair not, bring thy mite, Nor care how small it be, God is with all that serve the right, 1062. C. M. 1. THINK gently of the erring one! 2. Heir of the same inheritance, 3. Speak gently to the erring ones! 4. Forget not, brother, thou hast sinned, And sinful yet may'st be; Deal gently with the erring heart, 1063. C. M. MISS FLETCHER. 1. LORD, lead the way the Saviour went, And let our treasures still be spent, 2. Like Him, through scenes of deep distress, 3. For Thou hast placed us side by side And that Thy followers may be tried, 4. Small are the offerings we can make; CROSWELL. DORT. 6s & 4s. L. MASON. 34 1. Praise ye Jehovah's name, Praise thro' his courts proclaim; Rise and adore: High o'er the 9:3 heavens above, Sound His great acts of love, While His rich grace we prove, Vast as His power. 1. Hast thou, 'midst life's empty noises, Heard the solemn steps of Time? And the low, mysterious voices deep and strong beseeching, 4 Fine. F S D. C. al Segno. Of an-other clime? 2. Early hath life's mighty question Thrill'd within thy heart of youth With a What, and where, is truth? 1066. 8s, 7s & 5s. 1. HAST thou, 'midst life's empty noises, 2. Early hath life's mighty question 3. Not to ease and aimless quiet 4. Earnest toil, and strong endeavor 5. And without, with tireless vigor, 1067. 8s & 5s. WHITTIER. 1. 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, 1. I ASK not now for gold to gild, 2. But, bowed in lowliness of mind, O Father, to Thine own. 3. In vain I task my aching brain, How poor and blind is man. O Father, unto Thee. WHITTIER 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 sweet; 4. And graver looks, serene and high, 5. But not his nobler part shall dwell 6. Shall break these clods, a form of light, 1072. L. M. BRYANT. 1. As the sweet flower that scents the morn, 2. It died ere its expanding soul Had ever burnt with wrong desires, 3. Yet the sad hour that took the boy • No repeat. 1073. (Part 1.) L. M. 1. Of all the thoughts of God, that are Along the Psalmist's music deep- For gift or grace surpassing this— "He giveth His beloved sleep?" 2. His dews drop mutely on the hillHis cloud above it saileth stillThough on its slope men toil and reap; More softly than the dew is shed, Or cloud is floated overhead, "He giveth His beloved sleep." 3. And friends, dear friends! when it shall be, That this low breath is gone from meWhen round my bier ye come to weep; Let one, most loving of you all, Say "Not a tear must o'er her fall," "He giveth His beloved sleep. MRS. BROWNING. 1074. (Part 2.) L. M. 1. WHAT would we give to our beloved? The poet's star-tuned harp to sweep— 2. "Sleep soft, beloved!" we sometimes say, But have no power to charm away Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep; But never doleful dream again 3. O earth, so full of dreary noise! 4. Yea! men may wonder while they scanA living, thinking, feeling man In such a rest his heart to keep! MRS. BROWNING. 1075. L. M. 1. THE mourners came, at break of day, |