3 The voice of Charity is kind,
She seeketh nothing wrong,
To every fault she seemeth blind,
Nor vaunteth with her tongue.

4 In penitence she pleadeth faith,
Hope smileth at the door,
Believeth first, then softly saith,
Go, brother, sin no more,

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.

115.

P. M.

A. BALLOU.

1 FULL often to our God we pray,
'Q, forgive! O, forgive;
Take all our load of guilt away,
O, forgive! O, forgive!'
And this must be our daily care

Till not a stain of sin we bear:

We still must breathe the contrite prayer,
'O, forgive! O, forgive!'

2 But dare we for ourselves thus plead-
'O, forgive! O, forgive!'
And yet our brother's inj'rous deed
Not forgive, not forgive?
May we his suppliant look despise,
And spurn his penitential cries,
While we repeat, with lifted eyes-
'O, forgive! O, forgive!'

3 Hath not the Father said from heaven,-
'Who forgives, who forgives,
In heart, shall be himself forgiven
All his sins, all his sins?"

And he who not forgives shall call
In vain upon the Lord of all
His own poor soul to disenthrall,
To forgive, to forgive.

116.

11s M.

COLESWORTHY.

1 Go to thy brother, now feeble and low-
With words of compassion, go quickly, go, go;
Go tell him there's mercy and kindness in store,
If he will stand up and sin nevermore.

2 O do not reproach him because he has erredNor frown on his weakness, nor speak a harsh word :

But go to thy brother, faint, feeble and low, And yet thou wilt save him-go quickly; go, go.

3 See-see!-his eyes brighten, his spirits re

vive

Some feeling of manhood in him is alive; Speak softly-speak gently-thou❜lt save him I know;

God's love is yet in you-go quickly, go, go.

4 He sees you-he hears you-a blessing he

craves

On the head of the angel who cometh and

saves.

List! mercy he asks, with hands to the skies, As from his deep anguish he struggles to rise.

117.

L. M.

WATTS.

1 BLEST is the man whose tender care
Relieves the poor in their distress;
Whose pity wipes the widow's tear,
Whose hand supports the fatherless.

2 His heart contrives for their relief
More good than his own hands can do ;
He in the time of general grief

Shall find the Lord has pity too.

3 His soul shall live secure on earth,
With secret blessings on his head,

When drought, and pestilence, and dearth,
Around him multiply their dead.

4 Or if he languish on his couch,
God will pronounce his sins forgiven:
Will save him with a healing touch,
Or take his willing soul to heaven.

1 MUST I my faith in Jesus constant show,
By love like his to all, both friend and foe?
To all, both friend and foe.

2 When men of hate conspire to treat me ill, Must I return them good, and bless them still? O yes, and bless them still.

3 Although my name and character they tear, Must I eschew revenge, and still forbear? O yes, and still forbear.

4 And wilt thou ne'er permit me, heavenly Dove, Aught else to manifest through life but love?

Nought else through life but love.

5 Amen, my heart responds, then be it so, Thy will be mine, and thine my weal or woe; Fear not in weal or woe.

119.

VIII. CONTRITE ASPIRATIONS.

C. M.

WATTS.

1 My soul lies cleaving to the dust,
Lord, give me life divine;
From vain desires and every Just
Turn off these eyes of mine.

2 Are not thy mercies sovereign still?
And thou a faithful God?

Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal
To run the heavenly road?

3 Does not my heart thy precepts love?
And long to see thy face?
And yet how slow my spirits move,
Without enlivening grace.

4 Then shall I love thy gospel more,
And ne'er forget thy word,

When I have felt thy quickening power
To draw me near the Lord.

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C. M.

WATTS.

10 THAT the Lord would guide my ways,

To keep his statutes still!

O that the Lord would grant me grace
To know and do his will!