2 Make channels for the streams of Love, Where they may broadly run; And Love has overflowing streams, To fill them every one.
3 But if at any time we cease Such channels to provide, The very founts of Love for us Will soon be parched and dried.
4 For we must share, if we would keep That blessing from above;
Ceasing to give, we cease to have ;- Such is the Law of Love.
10 sweeter than the fragrant flower At evening's dewy close, The will united with the power To succour human woes!
2 And softer than the softest strain Of music to the ear, The placid joy we give and gain By gratitude sincere.
3 T is he who scatters blessings round, Adores his Maker best;
His walk through life is mercy-crowned, His bed of death is blest.
1 Oh how can they look up to heaven, And ask for mercy there,
Who never soothed the
poor man's Nor dried the orphan's tear!
2 The dread omnipotence of heaven We every hour provoke, Yet still the mercy of our God Withholds the avenging stroke.
3 And Christ was still the healing friend Of poverty and pain, And never did imploring wretch His garment touch in vain.
4 May we with humble effort take Example from above,
And thence the active lesson learn Of charity and love.
5 But chiefly is the labour ours To shade the early plant;
To guard from ignorance and guilt The infancy of want:
6 To graft the virtues, ere the bud The canker-worm has gnawed, And teach the rescued child to lisp Its gratitude to God.
1 My hastening life admonishes My often faltering soul to try And yet perform some goodly work, Ere the divine occasions fly.
2 What, in a world where cries for help Must ever sound till sin shall cease, Can be a goodlier work than this, Griefs to assuage, and joys increase?
3 To fill with light some sunken eyes When reason struggles with despair: To bring sin's pallid prisoners forth Into the free and wholesome air:
4 To cheer the oppressed with righteous words, And aid them with a labouring arm: The slaves of tyrant ignorance
To rescue, and then shield from harm.
5 Let me remeditate the truth
That Christ did for and with us bleed, Then, "He is good that doeth good," Shall be my dear and honoured creed.
6 Oh, if no partner in the pains By which love labours for my race,
Death, that takes home and crowns the brave, Can but insure my long disgrace.
1 Father! at Thy footstool see Those who now are one in Thee! Each to each unite, and bless; Keep us still in perfect peace! 2 Build us in one body up,
Called in one high calling's hope! One with God, the Source of bliss, Ground of our Communion this:
3 Life of all that live below, Let Thine emanations flow! Dwell in us, and we shall be Thine through all eternity.
1 Partners of a glorious hope, Lift your hearts and voices up; While we walk with God in light, God our hearts doth still unite; Dearest fellowship we prove, Partners in our Father's love; Sweetly each, with each combined, In the bonds of duty joined.
2 Let us then as brethren love, Faithfully His gifts improve, Carry on the earnest strife, Walk in holiness of life:
Still forget the things behind, Follow Christ in heart and mind, Toward the mark unwearied press, Seize the crown of righteousness.
3 Mutual love the token be, Lord, that we belong to Thee, Hence may all our actions flow; Love, the proof that Christ we know; Love, Thine image, love impart ! Stamp it on our life and heart! Only love to us be given!
Lord, we ask no other heaven.
1 Jews were wrought to cruel madness; Christians fled in fear and sadness; Mary stood the Cross beside: At its foot her foot she planted, By the dreadful scene undaunted, Till the gentle sufferer died.
2 Poets oft have sung her story, Painters decked her brow with glory, Priests her name have deified: But no worship, song, or glory, Touches like that simple story,- Mary stood the Cross beside.
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