4. Speak gently to the erring ones—
They must have toiled in vain ;
Perchance unkindness made them so;
'O, win them back again!
5. Speak gently-t is a little thing,
Dropped in the heart's deep well;
The good, the joy, that it may bring,
Eternity shall tell.
1. FRIENDS of the poor, the young,
Regard our humble train,
Compassion at your hands we seek ;
Shall children plead in vain?
2. Were you not children once? Renew
The time when young as we :
Think of the friends that nourished you,
And hearken to our plea.
3. Are there not feelings from above,
In every heart that reigns?
The pulse, the voice, the look of love;
'Shall nature plead in vain?
4. Have you no dear ones round
As weak and young as we?
Think, if like ours had been their birth
Could you resist their plea?
5. Have you not known a Saviour's grace,
For man's redemption slain?
Behold that Saviour in our place;
Shall Jesus plead in vain ?
6. No! by His early griefs and tears,
When poor and young as we;
By all His woes in after years,
Accept your Saviour's plea.
1. Go to the pillow of disease,
Where night gives no repose,
And on the cheek where sickness preys,
Bid health to plant the rose.
2. Go where the friendless stranger lies;
To perish is his doom;
Snatch from the grave his closing eyes,
And bring his blessing home.
3. Thus what our heavenly Father gave
Shall we as freely give;
Thus copy Him who lived to save,
And died that we might live.
1. WHO is thy neighbor? he whom thou
Hast power to aid or bless;
Whose aching heart or burning brow
Thy soothing hand may press.
2. Thy neighbor? 't is 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? 't is the weary slave,
Fettered in mind and limb;
He hath no hope this side the grave,
Go thou and ransom him.
5. Thy neighbor? pass no mourner by;
Perhaps thou canst redeem
A breaking heart from misery;
Go, share thy lot with him.
1. COME, let us sound her praise abroad,
Sweet Charity-the child of God!
Hers, on whose kind maternal breast,
The sheltered babes of misery rest;
2. Who-when she sees the sufferer bleed—
Reckless of name, or sect, or creed,
Comes with prompt hand and look benign
To bathe his wounds in oil and wine;
3. Who in her robe the sinner hides,
And soothes and pities while she chides;
Who lends an ear to every cry,
And asks no plea but misery.
4. Her tender mercies freely fall,
Like heaven's refreshing dews, on all;
Encircling in their wide embrace
Her friends, her foes-the human race.
5. Nor bounded to the carth alone,
Her love expands to worlds unknown;
Wherever faith's rapt thought has soared,
Or hope her upward flight explored!
1. THE Lord will come and not be slow;
His footsteps can not err;
Before Him righteousness shall go,
His royal harbinger.
2. Mercy and Truth, that long were missed,
Now joyfully are met;
Sweet Peace and Righteousness have kissed,
And hand in hand are set.
3. The nations all whom Thou hast made
Shall come, and all shall frame
To bow them low before Thee, Lord!
And glorify Thy name.
4. Truth from the earth, like to a flower,
Shall bud and blossom then,
And Justice, from her heavenly bower,
Look down on mortal men.
5. Thee will I praise, O Lord, my God!
Thee honor and adore
With my whole heart; and blaze abroad
Thy name for evermore!
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 may'st 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 let me rather beg my bread,
Than keep it back from Thee.
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 distress'd ;—
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. O PURE reformers! not in vain
Your trust in human kind;
The good which bloodshed could not gain,
Your peaceful zeal shall find.
2. The truths ye urge are borne abroad
By every wind and tide;
The voice of nature and of God
Speaks out upon your side.
3. The weapons which your hands have found
Are those which heaven hath wrought,
Light, Truth, and Love-your battle-ground
The free, broad field of Thought.
4. Press on! and if we may not share
The glory of your fight,
We'll ask at least, in earnest prayer,
God's blessing on the Right.
1. O, SEE how Jesus trusts himself
Unto our childish love,
As though by His free ways with us
Our earnestness to prove!
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