2 By thee inspired, the generous breast, In blessing others only blest, With kindness large and free, Delights the widow's tears to stay, To teach the blind their smoothest way, And aid the feeble knee. 3 O God, with sympathetic care, In others' joys and griefs to share, Do thou our hearts incline; Each low, each selfish wish control, Warm with benevolence the soul, And make us wholly thine. 775. C. M. Watts. Liberality Rewarded. Ps. 112. 1 Happy is he that 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 God shall answer his request With blessings on his seed. 3 No evil tidings shall surprise His well-established mind; His soul to God, his refuge, flies, And leaves his fears behind. 4 In times of general distress, Some beams of light shall shine To show the world his righteousness, And give him peace divine. 776. C. M. Watts. Love and Charity. 1 Let Pharisees of high esteem Their faith and zeal declare,-- All their religion is a dream, If love be wanting there. 2 Love suffers long with patient eye, Nor is provoked in haste; She lets the present injury die, And long forgets the past. 3 Malice and rage, those fires of hell, She quenches with her tongue; Hopes and believes, and thinks no ill, Though she endures the wrong. 4 Love is the grace that keeps her power In all the realms above; There faith and hope are known no more, But saints forever love. 777. L. M. E. H. Chapin. Anniversary of a Charitable Association. 1 When long the soul had slept in chains, And man to man was stern and cold; When love and worship were but strains That swept the gifted chords of old-- By shady mount and peaceful lake, meek and lowly stranger came, The weary drank the words he spake, The poor and feeble blessed his name. 2 No shrine he reared in porch or grove, No vested priests around him stood-- He went about to teach, and prove The lofty work of doing good. Said he, to those who with him trod, "Would ye be my disciples? Then Evince your ardent love for God By the kind deeds ye do for men." 3 He went where frenzy held its rule, Where sickness breathed its spell of pain; By famed Bethesda's mystic pool; And by the darkened gate of Nain. He soothed the mourner's troubled breast, He raised the contrite, sinner's head, And on the loved ones' lowly rest, The light of better life he shed.