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.

899

L'

William B. O. Peabody.

IFE 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.

900

Unknown.

L. M.

For mercy on the drunkard.
HEN, doomed to death, the apostle lay

WHEN,

A light shone round him like the day,
And from his limbs the fetters fell.

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
The victims of that deadly thirst
Which drowns the soul, and from the mind
Blots the bright image stamped at first.
4 O God of love and mercy, deign
To look on those with pitying eye
Who struggle with that fatal chain,
And send them succor from on high!
5 Send down, in its resistless might,
Thy gracious Spirit, we implore,
And lead the captive forth to light,
A rescued soul, a slave no more!

901

William C. Bryant.

Temperance hymn.

L. M.

B Dash to the earth the poisoned bowl!

ONDAGE and death the cup contains;

Softer than silk are iron chains,

Compared with those that chafe the soul. 2 Hosannas, Lord, to thee we sing, Whose power the giant fiend obeys; What countless thousands tribute bring, For happier homes and brighter days! 3 Thou wilt not break the bruised reed, Nor leave the broken heart unbound; The wife regains a husband freed ! The orphan clasps a father found!

4 Spare, Lord, the thoughtless, guide the blind,

Till man no more shall deem it just To live by forging chains to bind

His weaker brother in the dust.

Lucius M. Sargent.

902

HOW

OW blest the children of the Lord,
Who, walking in his sight,

Make all the precepts of his word

Their study and delight!

2 That precious wealth shall be their dower, Which cannot know decay;

Which moth or rust shall ne'er devour,
Or spoiler take away.

3 For them that heavenly light shall spread, Whose cheering rays illume

The darkest hours of life, and shed
A halo round the tomb.

4 Their works of piety and love,
Performed through Christ, their Lord,
Forever registered above,

Shall meet a sure reward.

903 Treasures in heaven.

Harriet Auber.

C. M.

ICH are the joys which cannot die, With God laid in store; Treasures beyond the changing sky, Brighter than golden ore.

2 The seeds which piety and love
Have scattered here below,

In the fair fertile fields above
To ample harvests grow.

3 All that my willing hands can give
At Jesus' feet I lay;

Grace shall the humble gift receive,
Abounding grace repay. Philip Doddridge.

904

L. M.

More blessed to give than to receive.-Acts 20: 35.

HELP us, O Lord, thy yoke to wear,
Delighting in thy perfect will;

Each other's burdens learn to bear,
And thus thy law of love fulfill.

2 He that hath pity on the poor
Lendeth his substance to the Lord;
And, lo! his recompense is sure,

For more than all shall be restored.
3 Teach us, with glad, ungrudging heart,
As thou hast blest our various store,
From our abundance to impart

A liberal portion to the poor.

4 To thee our all devoted be,

In whom we breathe, and move, and live; Freely we have received from thee; Freely may we rejoice to give.

905

DE

For a charitable occasion.

Thomas Cotterill.

EAR ties of mutual succor bind The children of our feeble race, And if our brethren were not kind, This earth were but a weary place.

L. M.

2 We lean on others as we walk Life's twilight path, with pitfalls strewn; And 'twere an idle boast to talk

Of treading that dim path alone. 3 Amid the snares misfortune lays Unseen, beneath the steps of all, Blest is the love that seeks to raise,

And stay, and strengthen those who fall; 4 Till, taught by him who for our sake Bore every form of life's distress,

With every passing year we make
The sum of human sorrow less.

906

BROT

ROTHER, hast thou wandered far
From thy Father's happy home,

With thyself and God at war?

Turn thee, brother; homeward come.

2 Hast thou wasted all the powers God for noble uses gave? Squandered life's most golden hours? Turn thee, brother; God can save! 3 Is a mighty famine now

In thy heart and in thy soul? Discontent upon thy brow?

Turn thee; God will make thee whole. 4 He can heal thy bitterest wound, He thy gentlest prayer can hear; Seek him, for he may be found; Call upon him; he is near.

907

A

The guiding star.

James F. Clarke.

C. M.

S shadows, cast by cloud and sun,
Flit o'er the summer grass,

So, in thy sight, Almighty One,
Earth's generations pass.

2 And as the years, an endless host,
Come swiftly pressing on,

The brightest names that earth can boast Just glisten and are gone.

3 Yet doth the star of Bethlehem shed A luster pure and sweet; And still it leads, as once it led,

To the Messiah's feet.

4 O Father, may that holy star
Grow every year more bright,
And send its glorious beams afar
To fill the world with light.

William C. Bryant.

908

JESU

MISSIONS.

Christ, the Conqueror.

ESUS, immortal King, arise;
Assert thy rightful sway,

C. M.

Till earth, subdued, its tribute brings,
And distant lands obey.