in We lose what on ourselves we spend,

We have, as treasure without end,
Whatever, Lord, to Thee we lend,

Who givest all.
8 Whatever, Lord, we lend to Thee,

Repaid a thousand-fold will be ;
Then gladly will we give to Thee

Who givest all.
9 To Thee, from whom we all derive

Our life, our gifts, our power to give;
Oh, may we ever with Thee live,
Who givest all !

C. Wordsworth. 713

S. M. We give Thee but Thine own, Whate'er the gift may be ; All that we have is Thine alone,

A trust, O Lord, from Thee. 2 May we Thy bounties thus

As stewards true receive,
And gladly, as Thou blessest us,

To Thee our first-fruits give.
3 Oh, hearts are bruised and dead,

And homes are bare and cold,
And lambs for whom the shepherd bled,

Are straying from the fold. 4 To comfort and to bless,

To find a balm for woe,
To tend the lone and fatherless

Is angels' work below. 5 The captive to release,

To God the lost to bring,
To teach the way of life and peace,
It is a Christ-like thing.

6 And we believe Thy word,

Though dim our faith may be ;
Whate'er for Thine we do, O Lord,
We do it unto Thee.

W. W. How.

75,5s.

714

THINE are all the gifts, O God,

Thine the broken bread ;
Let the naked feet be shod,

And the starving fed.
2 Let Thy children, by Thy grace,

Give as they abound,
Till the poor have breathing-space,

And the lost are found.

3 Wiser than the miser's hoards

Is the giver's choice ;
Sweeter than the song of birds

Is the thankful voice.

4 Welcome smiles on faces sad

As the flowers of spring ;
Let the tender hearts be glad
With the joy they bring.

J. G. Whittier.

715

L. M. WHEN Jesus dwelt in mortal clay, What were His works from day to day But miracles of pow'r and grace,

That spread salvation thro' our race? 2 Teach us, O Lord, to keep in view

Thy pattern, and Thy steps pursue ;
Let alms bestowed, let kindness done,
Be witnessed by each rolling sun.

can

3 That man may breathe, but never lives,

Who much receives but nothing gives,
Whom none can love, whom none

thank,
Creation's blot, creation's blank.
4 But he who marks from day to day,

In generous acts his radiant way,
Treads the same path his Saviour trod,
The path to glory and to God.

T. Gibbons.

716

C. M.
LORD, lead the way the Saviour went,

By lane and cell obscure,
And let love's treasures still be spent,

Like His, upon the poor. 2 Like Him thro' scenes of deep distress,

Who bore the world's sad weight,
We, in their crowded 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 Mean are all offerings we can make,

But Thou hast taught us, Lord,
If given for the Saviour's sake,
They lose not their reward.

W. Crosswell. 717

88,75. 81. LORD of glory, Thou hast bought us

With Thy life-blood as the price, Never grudging for the lost ones

That tremendous sacrifice,

And with that hast freely given

Blessings countless as the sand, To th' unthankful and the evil

With Thine own unsparing hand. 2 Grants us hearts, dear Lord, to yield Thee,

Gladly, freely of Thine own; With the sunshine of Thy goodness

Melt our thankless hearts of stone;
Till our cold and selfish natures,

Warmed by Thee, at length believe
That more happy and more blessed

'Tis to give than to receive.
3 Wondrous honor hast Thou given

To our humblest charity,
In Thine own mysterious sentence,

“ Ye have done it unto Me." Can it be, O gracious Master,

Thou dost 'deign for alms to sue, Saying, by Thy poor and needy,

Give as I have given to you ?”

4 Lord of glory, who hast bought us

With Thy life-blood as the price,
Never grudging for the lost ones

That tremendous sacrifice,
Give us faith, to trust Thee boldly,

Hope, to stay our souls on Thee:
But oh! best of all Thy graces,
Give us Thine own charity.

E. 8. Alderson. Ab.

8,8,8,6.

718

O God of mercy, God of might,
In love and pity infinite,
Teach us, as ever in Thy sight,

To live our life to Thee.

2 And Thou who cam'st on earth to die,

That fallen man might live thereby,
O hear us, for to Thee we cry,

In hope, O Lord, to Thee.
3 Teach us the lesson Thou hast taught,

To feel for those Thy blood hath bought ; That every word, and deed, and thought

May work a work for Thee. 4 For all are brethren, far and wide

Since Thou, O Lord, for all hast died :
Then teach us, whatsoe'er betide,

To love them all in Thee.

5 In sickness, sorrow, want, or care,

Whate'er it be, 't is ours to share ;
May we, where help is needed, there

Give help as unto Thee.
6 And may Thy Holy Spirit move

All those who live, to live in love,
Till Thou shalt greet in heaven above
All those who give to Thee.

G. Thring. 719

L. M. ALMIGHTY Father, heav'n and earth

With lavish wealth before Thee bow ; Those treasures owe to Thee their birth,

Creator, ruler, giver, Thou. 2 The wealth of earth, of sky, of sea,

The gold, the silver, sparkling gem, The waving corn, the bending tree,

Are Thine ; to us Thou lendest them. 3 To Thee, as early morning's dew,

Our praises, alms, and prayer shall rise ; As rose, when joyous earth was new,

Faith's patriarchal sacrifice.