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78. M.

708.

Mrs. FOLLEN.

Prayer for the Slave.

i LORD! deliver; thou canst save;

Save from evil, Mighty God!
Hear, O hear the kneeling slave!
Break, O break the oppressor's rod.

2 He, whose ear is everywhere,

Who doth silent sorrow see,
Will regard the captive's prayer,
Will from bondage set him free.

3 From the tyranny within,

Save thy children, Lord! we pray;
Chains of iron, chains of sin,
Cast, for ever cast away.

4 Love to man and love to God Are the weapons

of our war; These can break the oppressor's rod, Burst the bonds that we abhor.

C. M.
709.

GASKELL.
The Redeeming Power of Love.
1 O not to crush with abject fear

The burdened soul of man Did Jesus on the earth appear,

And open Heaven's high plan: He came to bid him find repose,

And God his Father know; And thus with love to raise up those

That once were bowed low.

2 O not in coldness nor in pride

His holy path he trod;
’T was his delight to turn aside

And win the lost to God,
And unto sorrowing guilt disclose

The fount whence peace should flow, And thus with love to raise those

That once were bowèd low.

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3 O not with cold, unfeeling eye

Did he the suffering view; Not on the other side pass by,

And deem their tears untrue: 'T was joy to him to heal their woes,

And heaven's sweet refuge show, And thus with love to raise up those

That once were bowed low.

C. M. 710.

PEABODY. Who is thy Neighbor ? 1 Who is thy neighbor? He whom thou

Hast power to aid or bless;
Whose aching heart or burning brow

Thy soothing hand may press. 2 Thy neighbor ? 'T is the fainting poor, Whose

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with want is dim; O enter thou his humble door,

With aid and peace for him. 3 Thy neighbor? He who drinks the cup

When sorrow drowns the brim; With words of high, sustaining hope,

Go thou and comfort him.

4 Thy neighbor ? 'T is the weary slave,

Fettered in mind and limb;
He hath no hope this side the grave;

Go thou, and ransom him.

5 Thy neighbor ? Pass no mourner by;

Perhaps thou canst redeem A breaking heart from misery;

Go, share thy lot with him.

C. M.

711.

CROSSWELI

Do good to the Poor for Christ's Sake.

i Lord, lead the way the Saviour went,

By lane and cell obscure,
And let our treasures still be spent,

Like his, upon the poor.

2 Like him through scenes of deep distress

Who bore the world's sad weight,
We, in their gloomy loneliness,

Would seek the desolate.

3 For thou hast placed us side by side

In this wide world of ill;
And that thy followers may be tried,

The poor are with us still.
4 Small are the offerings we can make;

Yet thou hast taught us, Lord,
If given for the Saviour's sake,

They lose not their reward.

C. M. 712.

CHRISTIAN MIRROR. Give Alms to the Poor, - Give all to Christ. i 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.

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1 What shall we render, bounteous Lord,

For all the grace we see ?
Alas! the goodness we can yield

Extendeth not to thee.

2 Our offering is a willing mind

To comfort the distressed ;
In others' griefs our own to find,

In others' blessings blessed.

3 To tents of woe, to beds of pain,

Our cheerful feet repair ;
And, with the gifts thy hand bestows,

Relieve the mourners there.

The widow's heart shall sing for joy ;

The orphan shall be fed ;
And hungering souls we 'll gladly point

To Christ, the living bread.
5 Thus, passing through this vale of tears,

Our useful light shall shine ;
And others learn to glorify

Our Father's name divine.

L. M.
714.

STEELE.
Thanksgiving for National Peace.
1 GREAT Ruler of the earth and skies,

A word of thine almighty breath
Can sink the world, or bid it rise;

Thy smile is life, thy frown is death. 2 When angry nations rush to arms,

And rage, and noise, and tumult reign,
And war resounds its dire alarms,

And slaughter dyes the hostile plain,
3 Thy sovereign eye looks calmly down,

And marks their course, and bounds their power; Thy law the angry nations own,

And noise and war are heard no more. 4 Then Peace returns with balmy wing;

Sweet Peace! with her what blessings fled!
Glad Plenty laughs, the valleys sing,
Reviving Commerce lifts her head.

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