501 7.6.7.6.8.8.8.5 THEN wilt thou save the people? WHE Not kings and lords, but nations! Not thrones and crowns, but men! 2 Shall crime bring crime for ever, Strength aiding still the strong? Is it thy will, O Father, That man shall toil for wrong? "No," say thy mountains; "No," thy skies; Man's clouded sun shall brightly rise, 3 When wilt thou save the people? Not thrones and crowns, but men! Ebenezer Elliott, 1850 502 L° L.M. ORD, speak to me, that I may speak As thou hast sought, so let me seek, 2 O lead me, Lord, that I may lead The wandering and the wavering feet; O feed me, Lord, that I may feed Thy hungering ones with manna sweet. 3 O strengthen me, that while I stand Firm on the Rock, and strong in thee, I may stretch out a loving hand To wrestlers with the troubled sea. 4 O teach me, Lord, that I may teach The precious things thou dost impart; And wing my words, that they may reach The hidden depths of many a heart. 5 O give thine own sweet rest to me, 6 O fill me with thy fullness, Lord, In kindling thought and glowing word, 7 O use me, Lord, use even me, Just as thou wilt, and when, and where: Until thy blessed face I see, Thy rest, thy joy, thy glory share. Amen. Frances R. Havergal, 1872 503 O L.M. GOD of mercy! hearken now; Before thy throne we humbly bow; With heart and voice to thee we cry For all on earth who suffering lie. 2 We seek thee where thou dwell'st on high, Beyond the glittering, starry sky: We find thee where thou dwell'st below Beside the beds of want and woe. 3 Be ours the hearts and hands to bless 4 O let the healing waters spring, 5 Where poverty in pain must lie, 6 Be thou, O God eternal, blest, Amen. Emily Vernon Clark, 1891 504 H 7.7.7.7.8.8.8.8 OLY offerings, rich and rare, Purer life and purpose high, Lowly acts of adoration To the God of our salvation; On his altar laid, we leave them. Christ, present them! God, receive them! 2 Homage of each humble heart, All that childlike love can render On thine altar laid, we leave them: 3 To the Father, and the Son, Yet with hearts bowed down most lowly, On thine altar laid, we leave them: Amen. John S. B. Monsell, 1867, abr. 505 C.M. HROUGH him, who all our sickness TH felt, Who all our sorrows bare, Through him, in whom thy fullness dwelt, 2 Help us to help each other, Lord, 3 Help us to build each other up, 4 Complete at length thy work of grace, Among the saints who see thy face, Charles Wesley, 1782, cento Also the following 99 Hail to the Lord's Anointed 105 Thy kingdom come, O God 115 Soldiers of the cross, arise 125 Lord, as to thy dear cross we flee 181 O Jesus, crowned with all renown 268 Jesus calls us; o'er the tumult 280 O Son of God, our Captain of salvation 300 Lo! what a cloud of witnesses 307 O 'twas a joyful sound to hear 312 God of mercy, God of grace 337 Thou, who at thy first Eucharist didst pray 538 Stand up, stand up, for Jesus 539 Through the night of doubt and sorrow 506 FAT Temperance 8.8.8.7 ATHER, who on man dost shower, To thy people give the power 2 Give pure happiness in leisure, Bodies clear and spirits bright. 3 Lift from this and every nation |