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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.
Perhaps thou canst redeem
Go, share thy lot with him.
William B. 0. Peabody.
For the inebriate.
, 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
And pleasures pure, refined.
The tempter's power withstand; By grace restored and purified,
In Christ accepted stand.
At night in Herod's dungeon cell, 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
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 night,
Thy gracious Spirit, we implore, And lead the captive forth to light,
A rescued soul, a slave no more!
William C. Bryant.
901 Temperance hymn.
L. M. ONDAGE and death the cup contains ;
Dash to the earth the poisonedl bowl! 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
Till man no more shall deem it just To live by forging chains to bind
His weaker brother in the dust.
Lucius M. Sargent.
Who, walking in his sight,
Their study and delight! 2 That precious wealth shall be their dower,
Which cannot know decay ;
Or spoiler take away. 3 For them that heavenly light shall spread,
Whose cheering rays illume
A halo round the tomb.
Performed through Christ, their Lord,
Shall meet a sure reward.
With God laid up in store;
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.
At Jesus' feet I lay;
Abounding grace repay.
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.
race, And if our brethren were not kind,
This earth were but a weary place. 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.
William C. Bryant.
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.
James F. Clarke.
So, in thy sight, Almighty One,
Earth's generations pas3. 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;
To the Messiah's feet.
Grow every year more bright, And send its glorious beams afar
To fill the world with light.
William C. Bryant.
And distant lands obey.