107. C. M. PROUD 1 THE man of charity extends His kindred, neighbors, foes and friends, 2 He aids the poor in their distress, 3 The sick, the prisoner, poor and blind, In him a benefactor find; 4 Then let us all in love abound, And charity pursue; Thus shall we be with glory crowned, 108. L. M. SALISBURY COL. 1 O Gon, our Father and our King, 2 May we from every act abstain 3 Still may we find our hearts inclined 4 With pity may our breasts o'erflow, 5 Let love in all our conduct shine, Who came to manifest thy love. 109. S. M. A. BALLOU. 1 BREATHE, Father, through my soul And all anew its structure mould, 2 Ignite the generous glow 3 Then will another's bliss Become my chief delight; 4 Then smile will answer smile, 1 I HEAR a voice of wo! I hear a brother's sigh! Then let my heart with pity flow, With tears of love mine eye. ENFIELD. 2 I hear the thirsty cry ! The hungry beg for bread! 3 The debtor humbly sues, Who would but cannot pay; 4 If not, how shall I dare Appear before thy face, Great God and how present the prayer 1 LET men of high conceit and zeal Their fervor and their faith proclaim; If charity be wanting still, The rest is but a sounding name. 2 Patient and meek, she suffers long, 3 This is the grace that reigns on high, SMART. 112. 7s M. J. A. FLETCHER. 1 GIVE as God hath given thee, 2 Hearts there are with grief oppressed; 3 Wealth is thine, to aid and bless, 1 WHY should I pause, when at my door To ask the cause that made him poor, 2 Why should I spurn that brother's prayer For faults he once has known; Or coldly leave him in despair, And say that I have none? 3 The voice of Charity is kind, 4 In penitence she pleadeth faith, 114. 11s M. PATTEN. 1 CHIDE mildly the erring! kind language en dears; Grief follows the sinful-add not to their tears, Forbear with reproaches fresh pain to bestow; The heart which is stricken needs never a blow. 2 Chide mildly the erring! jeer not at their fall! If strength were but human, how weakly were all ! What marvel that footsteps should wander astray, When tempests so darken life's wearisome way! 3 Chide mildly the erring! entreat them with care! Their natures are mortal, they need not despair; We all have some frailty, we all are unwise, And the grace which redeems us must shine from the skies. |