2 Art thou my Father?--Let me be A meek, obedient child to thee; And try, in every deed and thought, To serve and please thee as I ought.

3 Art thou my Father?--I'll depend Upon the care of such a friend; And only wish to do and be Whatever seemeth good to thee.

4 Art thou my Father?--Then, at last, When all my days on earth are past, Send down and take me, in thy love, To be thy better child above.

PHILANTHROPIC SUBJECTS.

764. 7s. M. J. Taylor.

Acceptable Offering.

1 Father of our feeble race, Wise, beneficent, and kind!

Spread o'er nature's ample face, Flows thy goodness unconfined.

Musing in the silent grove, Or the busy walks of men, Still we trace thy wondrous love, Claiming large returns again.

2 Lord, what offering shall we bring, At thine altars when we bow?

Hearts, the pure unsullied spring Whence the kind affections flow; Soft compa.s.sion's feeling soul, By the melting eye expressed; Sympathy, at whose control Sorrow leaves the wounded breast;

3 Willing hands to lead the blind, Bind 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 the accepted offering bring, Love to thee and all mankind.

765. C. M. Watts.

Kindness to the Poor.

1 How blest is he who fears the Lord, And follows his commands, Who lends the poor without reward, Or gives with liberal hands.

2 As pity dwells within his breast To all the sons of need, So G.o.d shall answer his request With blessings on his seed.

3 In times of danger and distress, Some beams of light shall shine, To show the world his righteousness, And give him peace divine.

4 His works of piety and love Remain before the Lord; Sweet peace on earth, and joys above, Shall be his sure reward.

766. C. M. H. Martineau.

All Men are equal.

1 All men are equal in their birth, Heirs of the earth and skies; All men are equal when that earth Fades from their dying eyes.

2 G.o.d meets the throngs who pay their vows In courts that hands have made, And hears the worshipper who bows Beneath the plantain shade.

3 'Tis man alone who difference sees, And speaks of high and low, And worships those, and tramples these, While the same path they go.

4 O, let man hasten to restore To all their rights of love; In power and wealth exult no more; In wisdom lowly move.

5 Ye great, renounce your earth-born pride, Ye low, your shame and fear: Live, as ye worship, side by side; Your brotherhood revere.

767. C. M. Lutheran Coll.

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: s.n.a.t.c.h 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.

768. C. M. Mrs. Barbauld.

"Ye are the Salt of the Earth."

1 Salt of the earth! ye virtuous few Who season human kind; Light of the world! whose cheering ray Illumes the realms of mind.

2 Where misery spreads her deepest shade Your strong compa.s.sion glows; From your blest lips the balm proceeds That softens human woes.

3 Yours is the large expansive thought, The high heroic deed; Exile and chains to you are dear, To you 'tis sweet to bleed.

4 Proceed! your race of glory run, Your virtuous toils endure; You come commissioned from on high, And your reward is sure.

769. L. M. Watts.

All Things vain without Love.