810.

C. M.

MRS. LIVERMORE

Peace.

1 No warlike sounds awoke the night,
Announcing Jesus' birth,

But angels borne on wings of light,
Who chanted "Peace to earth!"

2 Not in the warrior's armor mailed
Was Christ the Saviour found;
Not striving, when by wrath assailed
Not with the laurel crowned.

3 But meek and lowly was his life,
The gentle Prince of Peace,
Whose law condemns the hostile strife,
And bids dissensions cease.

4 Then let the war-cry ne'er be rung
Beneath the smiling sky,

Nor to the clouds the banner flung
That tells of victory.

5 But let the blissful period haste,
When, hushed the cannon's roar,
The sword shall cease mankind to waste,
And war shall be no more.

811.

C. M.

ANONYMOUS

Prospect of Universal Peace.

1 O'ER mountain tops, the mount of God, In latter days, shall rise

Above the summits of the hills,

And draw the wondering eyes.

2 The beams that shine from Zion's hill
Shall lighten every land;

The King who reigns in Salem's towers
Shall the whole world command.

3 Nor war shall rage, nor hostile strife
Disturb those happy years;

To ploughshares men shall beat their swords,
To pruning-hooks their spears.

4 No longer host, encountering host,
Shall crowds of slain deplore;
They'll lay the martial trumpet by,
And study war no more.

812.

7s. M.

LEWINS MEAD COLI.

The Blessings of Peace.

1 PEACE! the welcome sound proclaim,
Dwell with rapture on the theme;
Loud, still louder, swell the strain :
Peace on earth, good will to men.

2 Breezes! whispering soft and low,
Gently murmur as ye blow,

Breathe the sweet celestial strain,
Peace on earth, good will to men.

3 Ocean's billows! far and wide
Rolling in majestic pride:

Loud still louder, swell the strain,
Peace on earth, good will to men.

4 Christians! who these blessings feel,
And in adoration kneel;

Loud, still louder, swell the strain,
Praise to God, good will to men.

813.

8s. 7s. & 6s. M.

MISS FLETCHER.

Compassion for the Sinning.

1 THINK gently of the erring!
Lord, let us not forget,
However darkly stained by sin,
He is our brother yet.

814.

Heir of the same inheritance!
Child of the self-same God!
He hath but stumbled in the path,
We have in weakness trod.

2 Speak gently to him, brother;
Thou yet mayst lead him back,
With holy words, and tones of love
From misery's thorny track.
Forget not thou hast often sinned,
And sinful yet must be:

Deal gently with the erring one,
As God hath dealt with thee.

1 BREATHE thoughts of pity o'er a brother's fall, But dwell not with stern anger on his fault. The grace of God alone holds thee, holds all; Were that withdrawn, thou, too, wouldst swe re and halt.

2 Send back the wand'rer to the Saviour's fold,
That were an action worthy of a saint;
But not in malice let the crime be told,
Nor publish to the world the evil taint.

3 The Saviour suffers when his children slide;
Then is his holy name by men blasphemed
And he afresh is mocked and crucified,

Even by those his bitter death redeemed

4 Rebuke the sin, and yet in love rebuke;
Feel as one member in another's pain
Win back the soul that his fair path forsook,
And mighty and rejoicing is thy gain!

523

815.

L. M.

MRS. LIVERMORE

Reclaiming Power of Love.

1 JESUS, what precept is like thine,

"Forgive, as ye would be forgiven!" If heeded, O what power divine

Would then transform our earth to heaven

2 Not by the harsh or scornful word, Should we our brother seek to gain, Not by the prison or the sword,

The shackle, or the clanking chain.

3 But from our spirits there must flow
A love that will his wrong outweigh,
Our lips must only blessings know,
And wrath and sin shall die away.

4 T was heaven that formed the holy plan
To bring the wanderer back by love;
Thus let us win our brother, man,
And imitate thee, God above!

816

L. M.

For the Prisoner.

MISS FLETCHLа

1 FATHER! We pray for those who dwell
Within the prison's gloomy cell!
For those whose souls are bending low
Beneath the weight of guilt and woe

2 Thy love hath kept our thorny way
And saved us from sin's iron sway;
Our brethren in a weaker hour
Have yielded to temptation's power.

3 Teach us with humble hearts to fed,
How darkly on our brows the seal
Of guilt might now perchance be set,
Had we the same temptation met.

4 Then while the error we would shun,
We still would aid the erring one
To turn from sin's unpitying sway,
Tc virtue's fair and pleasant way.

317.

L. M.
The Same.

MISS EDGAR TON.

1 Oн shut not out sweet Pity's ray

From souls now clouded o'er by sin Touch their deep springs, and let the day Of Christian love flow freely in.

2 Send them kind missions, though their feet No more again the world may tread; Some pulse of better life may beat

In hearts that seem unmoved and dead

3 T is just that they should bear the pain
Of keen remorse and guilty shame;
But scorn may drive to crime again—
"T is only love that can reclaim.

18.

S. M.

MISS FLETCHER.

The Same.

1 WE come to thee, O God,

With hushed and solemn strain;
We come to plead for those who lie
Bound with the prisoner's chain.

2 O, give them contrite hearts,
To feel their fearful sin,
And give to us a patient faith
Those erring ones to win.

3 Give us to love thy law,
The paths of vice to shun,
But never harshly dare to spurn
The suffering sinful one.