2 But if at any time we cease Such channels to provide, The very founts of love for us Will soon be parched and dried.
3 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.
959 C. H. M. Blessed are ye that sow, etc. Isaiah 32:20.
O be not faithless! with the morn Cast thou abroad thy grain! At noontide faint not thou forlorn, At evening sow again! Blessed are they, whate’er betide, Who thus all waters sow beside.
2 Thou knowest not which seed shall grow, Or which may die, or live; In faith, and hope, and patience, sow! The increase God shall give According to his gracious will— As best his purpose may fulfill.
3 O, could our inward eye but view, Our hearts but feel aright, What faith, and love, and hope can do, By their celestial might, We should not say, till these be dead, The power that marvels wrought is fled.
960 C. M. John 12:3.
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 distressed;
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.
961 C. M. 1 Peter 2:21-23.
What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone Around thy steps below; What patient love was seen in all Thy life and death of woe!
2 For, ever on thy burdened heart A weight of sorrow hung; Yet no ungentle, murmuring word Escaped thy silent tongue.
3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile, Thy friends unfaithful prove; Unwearied in forgiveness still, Thy heart could only love.
4 O give us hearts to love like thee! Like thee, O Lord, to grieve Far more for others’ sins than all The wrongs that we receive.
5 One with thyself, may every eye, In us, thy brethren, see The gentleness and grace that spring From union, Lord! with thee.
962 C. M. In thee the fatherless findeth mercy. Hos. 14:3.
O gracious Lord, whose mercies rise Above our utmost need, Incline thine ear unto our cry, And hear the orphan plead.
2 Bereft of all a mother’s love, And all a mother’s care, Lord, whither shall we flee for help? To whom direct our prayer?
3 To thee we flee, to thee we pray; Thou shalt our Father be: More than the fondest parent’s care We find, O Lord, in thee.
4 Already Thou hast heard our cry, And wiped away our tears: Thy mercy has a refuge found To guard our helpless years.
5 O, let thy love descend on those Who pity to us show; Nor let their children ever taste The orphan’s cup of woe.
963 C. M. A father of the fatherless. Psalm 68:5.
Where shall the child of sorrow find A place for calm repose? Thou! Father of the fatherless, Pity the orphan’s woes!
2 What friend have I in heaven or earth, What friend to trust but thee? My father’s dead, my mother’s dead, My God! “remember me.”
3 Thy gracious promise now fulfill, And bid my troubles cease; In thee the fatherless shall find Pure mercy, grace, and peace.
4 I’ve not a secret care or pain But he that secret knows; Thou, Father of the fatherless, Pity the orphan’s woes.
964 C. M. Bear ye one another’s burdens. Gal. 6:2.
Help us, O Lord, thy yoke to wear, Delighting in thy will; Each other’s burdens learn to bear, The law of love fulfill.
2 He that hath pity on the poor, Doth lend unto the Lord: And, lo! his recompense is sure; For more shall be restored.
3 To thee our all devoted be, In whom we move, and live; Freely we have received from thee; And freely may we give.
4 And while we thus obey thy word, And every want relieve, O may we find it, gracious Lord! More blest than to receive.
965 S. M. Not hurt in all my holy mountain. Isaiah 11:9.
Hush the loud cannon’s roar, The frantic warrior’s call, Why should the earth be drenched with gore? Are we not brothers all?
2 Want, from the wretch depart; Chains, from the captive fall; Sweet mercy, melt the oppressor’s heart: Sufferers are brothers all.
3 Churches and sects, strike down Each mean partition wall; Let love each harsher feeling drown: Christians are brothers all.
4 Let love and truth alone Hold human hearts in thrall, That heaven its work at length may own, And men be brothers all.
966 S. M. Establish thou the work of our hands. Psalm 90:17.