4 Rebuke the sin, and yet in love rebuke; Feel as one member in another's pain; Win back the soul that his fair path forsook, And mighty and rejoicing is thy gain! 815. L. M. Mrs. Livermore. Reclaiming Power of Love. 1 Jesus, what precept is like thine, "Forgive, as ye would be forgiven!" If heeded, O what power divine Would then transform our earth to heaven. 2 Not by the harsh or scornful word, Should we our brother seek to gain, Not by the prison or the sword, The shackle, or the clanking chain. 3 But from our spirits there must flow A love that will his wrong outweigh; Our lips must only blessings know, And wrath and sin shall die away. 4 'Twas heaven that formed the holy plan To bring the wanderer back by love; Thus let us win our brother, man, And imitate thee, God above! 816. L. M. Miss Fletcher. For the Prisoner. 1 Father! we pray for those who dwell Within the prison's gloomy cell! For those whose souls are bending low Beneath the weight of guilt and woe. 2 Thy love hath kept our thorny way And saved us from sin's iron sway; Our brethren in a weaker hour Have yielded to temptation's power. 3 Teach us with humble hearts to feel, How darkly on our brows the seal Of guilt might now perchance be set, Had we the same temptation met. 4 Then while the error we would shun, We still would aid the erring one To turn from sin's unpitying sway, To virtue's fair and pleasant way. 817. L. M. Miss Edgarton. The Same. 1 Oh shut not out sweet Pity's ray From souls now clouded o'er by sin; Touch their deep springs, and let the day Of Christian love flow freely in. 2 Send them kind missions, though their feet No more again the world may tread; Some pulse of better life may beat In hearts that seem unmoved and dead. 3 'Tis just that they should bear the pain Of keen remorse and guilty shame; But scorn may drive to crime again-- 'Tis only love that can reclaim. 818. S. M. Miss Fletcher. The Same. 1 We come to thee, O God, With hushed and solemn strain; We come to plead for those who lie Bound with the prisoner's chain. 2 O, give them contrite hearts, To feel their fearful sin, And give to us a patient faith Those erring ones to win. 3 Give us to love thy law, The paths of vice to shun, But never harshly dare to spurn The suffering sinful one. 819. S. M. Miss Martineau, alt. The Coming of Christ in Power. 1 Lord Jesus, come; for here Our path through wilds is laid! We watch as for the day-spring near, Amid the breaking shade.