4 Spare, Lord, the thoughtless; guide the blind; Till man no more shall deem it just To live by forging chains to bind His weaker brother in the dust. 578. 11 & 10s. M. Whittier. True Worship and Undefiled. 1 O, he whom Jesus loved has truly spoken! The holier worship, which God deigns to bless, Restores the lost, and heals the spirit-broken, And feeds the widow and the fatherless. 2 Then, brother man, fold to thy heart thy brother! For where love dwells, the peace of God is there; To worship rightly is to love each other; Each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a prayer. 3 Follow, with reverent steps, the great example Of him whose holy work was doing good: So shall the wide earth seem our Father's temple, Each loving life a psalm of gratitude. 4 Thus shall all shackles fall; the stormy clangor Of wild war-music o'er the earth shall cease; Love shall tread out the baleful fire of anger, And in its ashes plant the tree of peace. 579. 11s. M. J. G. Adams. The Angel in the Prison. 1 God's angels! not only on high do they sing, And soar through our skies with invisible wing; But here, on the earth, where in wretchedness lie Its sin-stricken children to struggle and die. 2 They come, in their mercy and power, to dispel The spectres of gloom from the prisoner's cell; In love's name to say to the stricken one there, That God still hath ear, and an answer to prayer. 3 And strong grows the heart of the outcast--and soon In that dim prison come the pure light-gleams of noon; The resolve and the faith of the sinner forgiven, Send him back to the world with a heart seeking heaven. 4 God's angels! Love speed them o'er earth's wide domain! New aids to impart, and new triumphs to gain; Till the wrathful and wrong from our world shall retire, And humanity's groans in her praises expire. 5 For the promise of truth--though the doubting deny-- Is, that love shall prevail in the earth as on high; Its life-waters healing, wherever they flow, With the angels above, or the angels below. 580. L. M. Aikin. In Time of War. 1 While sounds of war are heard around, And death and ruin strew the ground, To Thee we look, on Thee we call, The Parent and the Lord of all. 2 Thou, who hast stamped on human kind The image of a heaven-born mind, And in a Father's wide embrace Hast cherished all the kindred race; 3 Great God! whose powerful hand can bind The raging waves, the furious wind, O bid the human tempest cease, And hush the maddening world to peace.