2 No evil tidings shall surprise
His well-established mind;
His soul to God, his refuge, flies,
And leaves his fears behind.

3 His works of piety and love
Remain before the Lord:
Honor on earth, and joys above,
Shall be his sure reward.

1 LORD, what offerings shall we bring,
At thine altars when we bow?
Hearts, the pure, unsullied spring
Whence the kind affections flow;
Soft compassion's feeling soul,
By the melting eye expressed;
Sympathy, at whose control

Sorrow leaves the wounded breast;

2 Willing hands to lead the blind,
Heal the wounded, feed the poor;
Love, embracing all our kind;
Charity, with liberal store:
Teach us, O thou heavenly King,
Thus to show our grateful mind,
Thus th' accepted offering bring,-
Love to thee and all mankind.

132.

C. M.

LUTHERAN COL.

Charity.

1 Go to the pillow of disease,

Where night gives no repose,

And on the cheek where sickness preys,
Bid health to plant the rose.

2 Go where the friendless stranger lies;
To perish is his doom:

Snatch from the grave his closing eyes,
And bring his blessing home.

3 Thus what our heavenly Father gave
Shall we as freely give;

Thus copy Him who lived to save,
And died that we might live.

1 0, How can they look up to heaven,
And ask for mercy there,

Who never soothed the poor man's pang,
Nor dried the orphan's tear!

2 The dread Omnipotence of heaven
We every hour provoke ;

Yet still the mercy of our God
Withholds th' avenging stroke.

3 And Christ was still the healing Friend
Of poverty and pain;
And never did imploring wretch
His garment touch in vain.

4 May we with humble effort take
Example from above,

And thence the active lesson learn
Of charity and love.

5 But chiefly be the labor ours
To shade the early plant;

To guard from ignorance and guilt
The infancy of want;

6 To graft the virtues, ere the bud
The canker-worm has gnawed,
And teach the rescued child to lisp
Its gratitude to God.

Forms of Devotion vain without Virtue.

1 TH' uplifted eye, and bended knee,
Are but vain homage, Lord, to thee:
In vain our lips thy praise prolong,
The heart a stranger to the song.

2 Can rites, and forms, and flaming zeal,
The breaches of thy precepts heal?
Or fasts and penance reconcile
Thy justice, and obtain thy smile?

3 The pure, the humble, contrite mind,
Sincere, and to thy will resigned,
To thee a nobler offering yields

Than Sheba's groves or Sharon's fields.

4 Love God and man: this great command Doth on eternal pillars stand:

This did thine ancient prophets teach,
And this thy Well-beloved preach.

135.

L. M.

DRUMMOND.

Faith without Works is dead.

1 As body when the soul has fled,
As barren trees decayed and dead,
Is faith, a hopeless, lifeless thing,-
If not of righteous deeds the spring.

2 One cup of healing oil and wine,
One tear-drop shed on mercy's shrine,
Is thrice more grateful, Lord, to thee,
Than lifted eye or bended knee.

3 In true and genuine faith we trace
The source of every Christian grace;
Within the pious heart it plays,
A living fount of joy and praise.

4 Kind deeds of peace and love betray

Where'er the stream has found its way; But where these spring not rich and fair, The stream has never wandered there.

All Things vain without Love.

1 HAD I the tongues of Greeks and Jews,
And nobler speech than angels use,
If love be absent, I am found,
Like tinkling brass, an empty sound.

2 Were I inspired to preach and tell
All that is done in heaven and hell,
Or could my faith the world remove,
Still I am nothing without love.

3 Should I distribute all my store
To feed the cravings of the poor,
Or give my body to the flame
To gain a martyr's glorious name, —
4 If love to God and love to men
Be absent, all my hopes are vain:
Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal,
The works of love can e'er fulfil.

CONFESSION AND PENITENCE.

137.

7s M. J. TAYLOR.

Sins confessed and mourned.

1 GOD of mercy, God of grace,
Hear our sad, repentant songs;
O, restore thy suppliant race,
Thou to whom all praise belongs.

2 Deep regret for follies past,
Talents wasted, time misspent ;
Hearts debased by worldly cares,
Thankless for the blessings lent; -

3 Foolish fears and fond desires;
Vain regrets for things as vain;
Lips too seldom taught to praise,
Oft to murmur and complain;

4 These, and every secret fault,

Filled with grief and shame, we own:
Humbled at thy feet we lie,

Seeking pardon from thy throne.