7 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 thousandfold will be;
Then gladly will we give to Thee,
Giver of all.

9 To Thee, from Whom we all derive
Our life, our gifts, our power to give;
O may we ever with Thee live,

423

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Giver of all.

Amen.

As every man hath received the gift, even
so minister the same one to another."

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.

Oh! hearts are bruised and dead,
And homes are bare and cold,

And lambs, for whom the Shepherd bled,

Are straying from the fold.

The captive to release,

To God the lost to bring,

To teach the way of life and peace,

It is a Christ-like thing.

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And we believe Thy word,

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

424 "Whoso shall receive one such little child in My Name receiveth Me."

1 GREAT God! in heaven and earth supreme,
To own Thy love our hearts incline,
What can we render, Lord, to Thee,
When all the countless worlds are Thine?

2 O Fount of love! all-gracious God!
What can we offer but Thine own?
For we are Thine, redeemed with blood,
The precious blood of Christ Thy Son.

3 Thy face with reverence and with love
In these Thy children we would see,
For while we minister to Thine,

We minister, O Lord, to Thee.

4 On these, on all, Thy grace bestow,

The contrite heart, the lowly mind;
Grant us Thy love in Christ to know,
The wisdom from above to find.

Amen.

425 "Bear ye one another's burdens, and so fulfil the law of Christ.'

1 THROUGH Him Who all our sickness felt, Who all our sorrows bare,

Through Him in Whom Thy fulness dwelt,
We lift to Thee our prayer.

2 Help us to help each other, Lord,
Each other's burdens bear;
Let each his friendly aid afford
To soothe his brother's care.

3 Help us to build each other up,
Help us ourselves to prove;

Increase our faith, confirm our hope,
And perfect us in love.

4 Complete at length Thy work of grace,
And take us to Thy rest,

Among the saints who see Thy face
To be for ever blest.

Amen.

For Hospitals.

426 "They brought unto Him all that were diseased."

1 THINE arm, O Lord, in days of old
Was strong to heal and save;

It triumphed o'er disease and death,
O'er darkness and the grave;

To Thee they went, the blind, the dumb,
The palsied, and the lame,
The leper with his tainted life,

The sick with fevered frame.

2 And lo! Thy touch brought life and health,
Gave speech and strength and sight;
And youth renewed and frenzy calmed
Owned Thee, the Lord of Light;
And now, O Lord, be near to bless.
Almighty as of yore,

In crowded street, by restless couch,
As by Gennesaret's shore.

3 Be Thou our great Deliverer still,
Thou Lord of life and death;
Restore and quicken, soothe and bless,
With Thine almighty breath:
To hands that work and eyes that see
Give wisdom's heavenly lore,

That whole and sick, and weak and strong,
May praise Thee evermore.

Amen.

Seed-time and Harvest.

427 "The eyes of all wait upon Thee, O Lord; and Thou givest them their meat in due

season.

1 LORD, in Thy Name Thy servants plead,
And Thou hast sworn to hear;
Thine is the harvest, Thine the seed,
The fresh and fading year.

2 Our hope, when autumn winds blew wild,
We trusted, Lord, with Thee;
And still, now spring has on us smiled.
We wait on Thy decree.

3 The former and the latter rain,
The summer sun and air,

The green ear, and the golden grain,
All Thine, are ours by prayer.

4 Thine too by right, and ours by grace,
The wondrous growth unseen,

The hopes that soothe, the fears that brace, The love that shines serene.

5 So grant the precious things brought forth By sun and moon below,

That Thee in Thy new heaven and earth
We never may forego. Amen.

428 "The Lord is good to all, and His tender mercies are over all His works."

PSALM LXV.

1 GOOD is the Lord, our heavenly King,
Who makes the earth His care;
Visits the pastures every spring,
And bids the grain appear.

2 Good is the Lord, Whose liberal hand
Is daily opened wide,

To scatter plenty through the land,
That all may be supplied.

3 Good is the Lord! It is His love
Which makes the earth to yield;
His clouds drop fatness from above,
He whitens every field.

[4 Good is the Lord! His love should raise
A joyful harvest song:

Say "He is good!" and let His praise
Be heard from every tongue.*]

5 Good is the Lord! He gives us bread;
He gives His people more;

By Him their souls with grace are fed,
A rich, a boundless store.

*For Harvest.

Amen.