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10 God! to thee our hearts would pay
Their gratitude sincere,
Throughout another year.
Thou wast the gracious source;
Which smiled along its course.
3 And if sometimes across our path
A cloud its shadows threw,
But loving-kindness true.
4 For joy and grief alike we pay
Our thanks to thee above;
More worthy of thy love.
Reflections for a New Year. Psalm 90.
1 REMARK, my soul, the narrow bounds
Of the revolving year;
How short the months appear!
, So fast eternity comes on,
And that important day,
God's judgment shall survey.
3 Yet like an idle tale we pass
The swift advancing year;
The speed of its career.
Its great concern to see ;
And give the year to thee. 5 Thus shall their course more grateful roll,
If future years arise;
To joy that never dies.
For the Beginning or End of the Year.
i My helper, God! I bless his name;
the same: The tokens of his friendly care
Open, and crown, and close the year. 2 I midst ten thousand dangers stand,
Supported by his guardian hand;
Ten thousand monuments of praise. 3 Thus far his arm hath led me on;
Thus far I make his mercy known;
Prayer for the Slave.
i LORD! deliver ; thou canst save;
Save from evil, Mighty God!
2 He, whose ear is everywhere,
Who doth silent sorrow see,
3 From the tyranny within,
Save thy children, Lord! we pray;
4 Love to man and love to God
Are the weapons of our war;
The Redeeming Power of Love. 1 O not to crush with abject fear
The burdened soul of man Did Jesus on the earth appear,
And open Heaven's high plan : He came to bid him find repose,
And God his Father know; And thus with love to raise
That once were bowed low.
2 O not in coldness nor in pride
His holy path he trod;
And win the lost to God,
The fount whence peace should flow, And thus with love to raise up those
That once were bowed low.
3 O not with cold, unfeeling eye
Did he the suffering view; Not on the other side pass by,
And deem their tears untrue : 'T was joy to him to heal their woes,
And heaven's sweet refuge show, And thus with love to raise
those That once were bowed low.
PEABODY. Who is thy Neighbor ? | Who is thy neighbor? He whom thou
Hast power to aid or bless;
Thy soothing hand may press. 2 Thy neighbor ? 'Tis the fainting poor, Whose
with want is dim; O enter thou his humble door,
With aid and peace for him.
3 Thy neighbor? He who drinks the cup
When sorrow drowns the brim; With words of high, sustaining hope,
Go thou and comfort him.
4 Thy neighbor ? 'T is the weary slave,
Fettered in mind and limb;
Go thou, and ransom him.
Thy neighbor ? Pass no mourner by;
Perhaps thou canst redeem A breaking heart from misery;
Go, share thy lot with him.
Do good to the Poor for Christ's Sake.
i LORD, lead the way the Saviour went,
By lane and cell obscure,
Like his, upon the poor.
2 Like him through scenes of deep distress
Who bore the world's sad weight, We, in their gloomy loneliness,
Would seek the desolate.
. For thou hast placed us side by side
In this wide world of ill;
The poor are with us still.
A Small are the offerings we can make;
Yet thou hast taught us, Lord, If given for the Saviour's sake,
They lose not their reward.