4 We, Lord, would lay, at Thy behest, 5 O Father, whence all blessings come, 720 C. M. O THOU great Teacher from the skies, 2 It was the glory of Thy heart, 3 Be Thou in us a living soul; 4 We need like Thee a spirit true, 721 T. C. Upham. FOUNTAIN of good, to own Thy love What can we render, Lord, to Thee, C. M. 2 But Thou hast needy brethren here, Whose names Thou wilt Thyself confess 3 In each sad accent of distress In them Thou may'st be clothed and fed, And visited, and cheered. 4 Help us then, Lord, Thy yoke to wear, Each other's burdens gladly bear, 5 Thy face with reverence and with love 6 Do Thou, O Lord, our alms accept, 722 P. Doddridge. E. Osler. 11s,10s, 41. With Refrain. RESCUE the perishing, care for the dying, Snatch them in pity from sin and the grave; Weep o'er the erring one, lift up the fallen, Tell them of Jesus the mighty to save. Rescue the perishing, care for the dying; Jesus is merciful, Jesus will save. 2 Though they are slighting Him, still He is waiting, Waiting the penitent child to receive: Plead with them earnestly, plead with them gently; He will forgive if they only believe. Rescue the perishing, etc. 3 Down in the human heart, crushed by the tempter, Feelings lie buried that grace can restore; Touched by a loving hand, wakened by kindness, Chords that were broken will vibrate once more. Rescue the perishing, etc. 4 Rescue the perishing, duty demands it; Strength for thy labor the Lord will provide: Back to the narrow way patiently win them; Tell the poor wanderer a Saviour has died. Rescue the perishing, etc. F. J. Van Alstyne. 723 7s, 6s. 81. O THOU before whose presence To set the sin-bound free, To seek the lost for Thee. 2 Fierce is our subtle foeman : With woes that none can number 3 So hast Thou wrought among us Faint hands and feeble knees, 4 Lead on, O love and mercy, Shall close this battle-hour : In triumph meet to praise Thee, S. J. Stone. 724 L. M. WHEN, doomed to death, th' apostle lay 2 A messenger from God was there, To break his chain and bid him rise; And lo! the saint, as free as air, Walked forth beneath the open skies. 3 Chains yet more strong and cruel bind 4 O God of love and mercy, deign To look on those with pitying eye 5 Send down, in its resistless might, 725 L. M. O LORD of hosts, whose glory fills 2 Grant that all we, who here to-day 3 Endue the creatures with Thy grace, 4 To Thee they all belong, to Thee 5 The heads that guide endue with skill, 6 But now and ever, Lord, protect J. M. Neale. |