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4 We, Lord, would lay, at Thy behest,
The costliest offerings on Thy shrine ;
We only give Thee that is Thine.
O Son, dispenser of God's store,
E. A. Dayman. 720
Who lived and died for men ;
And be as Thou wast then.
2 It was the glory of Thy heart,
Whate'er Thou hadst to give ;
For others' good to live.
Be Thou our spirit's power ;
To guide it every hour.
A just and generous mind,
T. C. Upham. 721
Our thankful hearts incline;
When all the worlds are Thine ?
2 But Thou hast needy brethren here,
Partakers of Thy grace,
Before the Father's face.
Thy pleading voice is heard ; In them Thou may'st be clothed and fed,
And visited, and cheered.
And joy to do Thy will ;
And love's sweet law fulfil,
We in Thy poor would see ; And while we minister to them,
Would do it as to Thee. 6 Do Thou, O Lord, our alms accept,
And with Thy blessing speed ; Bless us in giving ; greatly bless Our gifts to them that need.
P. Doddridge. E. Osler. 722
11s, 10s, 41. With Refrain. RESCUE the perishing, care for the dying, Snatch them in pity from sin and the
grave; Weep o'er the erring one, lift up the fallen,
Tell them of Jesus the mighty to save. Rescue the perishing, care for the dying ;
Jesus is merciful, Jesus will save. 2 Though they are slighting Him, still He is
waiting, Waiting the penitent child to receive : Plead with them earnestly, plead with them
Rescue the perishing, etc.
3 Down in the human heart, crushed by the
tempter, Feelings lie buried that grace can restore ; Touched by a loving hand, wakened by
kindness, Chords that were broken will vibrate
Rescue the perishing, etc.
4 Rescue the perishing, duty demands it ; Strength for thy labor the Lord will pro
vide : Back to the narrow way patiently win
Tell the poor wanderer a Saviour has
F. J. Van Alstyne. 723
7s, 6s. 81. OTHOU before whose presence
Nought evil may come in,
Down on this world of sin ;
To set the sin-bound free,
To seek the lost for Thee.
2 Fierce is our subtle foeman :
The forces at his hand
Despoil the pleasant land ;
In strife so keen and long,
Be stronger than the strong.
3 So hast Thou wrought among us
The great things that we see ;
And for the things to be.
Faint hands and feeble knees,
For greater things than these.
O purity and power,
Shall close this battle-hour :
To set their brethren free,
S. J. Stone. 724
L. M. WHEN, doomed to death, th' apostle lay
At night in Herod's dungeon cell,
And from his limbs the fetters fell. 2 A messenger from God was there,
To break his chain and bid him rise ; And lo! the saint, as free as air,
Walked forth beneath the open skies. 3 Chains yet more strong and cruel bind
The victims of that deadly thirst Which drowns the soul, and from the mind
Blots the bright image stamped at first. 4 O God of love and mercy, deign
To look on those with pitying eye Who struggle with that fatal chain,
And send them succor from on high !
5 Send down, in its resistless might,
Thy gracious Spirit, we implore, And lead the captive forth to light, A rescued soul, a slave no more !
W. C. Bryant.
To dwell in temples made with hands. 2 Grant that all we, who here to-day
Rejoicing this foundation lay,
3 Endue the creatures with Thy grace,
That shall adorn Thy dwelling-place ;
4 To Thee they all belong, to Thee
The treasures of the earth and sea;
We but present Thee with Thine own. 5 The heads that guide endue with skill,
The hands that work preserve from ill,
6 But now and ever, Lord, protect
The temple of Thine own elect ;
J. M. Neale.