2 As pity dwells within his breast To all the sons of need, So God 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 God 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: 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. 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 compassion 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. 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;