1 Though faint and sick, and worn away With poverty and woe, My widowed feet are doomed to stray 'Mid thorny paths below. 2 Be thou, O Lord, my Father still, My confidence and guide: I know that perfect is thy will, Whate'er that will decide. 3 I know the soul that trusts in thee Thou never wilt forsake; And though a bruised reed I be, That reed thou wilt not break. 4 Then keep me, Lord, where'er I go, Support me on my way, Though, worn with poverty and woe, My widowed footsteps stray. 5 To give my weakness strength, O God, Thy staff shall yet avail; And though thou chasten with thy rod, That staff shall never fail. 972. C. M. Anonymous. The Orphan's Hymn. 1 Where shall the child of sorrow find A place for calm repose? Thou, Father of the fatherless, Pity the orphan's woes! 2 What friend have I in heaven or earth, What friend to trust but thee? My father's dead--my mother's dead; My God, remember me! 3 Thy gracious promise now fulfil, And bid my trouble cease; In thee the fatherless shall find Pure mercy, grace and peace. 4 I've not a secret care or pain, But he that secret knows; Thou, Father of the fatherless, Pity the orphan's woes! 973. 7s. M. Bowring. "The rich and poor meet together." 1 Come the rich and come the poor, To the Christian temple door; Let their mingled prayers ascend To the universal Friend. 2 Here the rich and poor may claim Common ancestry and name; Claim a common heritage, In the gospel's promise page. 3 Of the same materials wrought; By the same instructor taught; Walking in life's common way; Tending to the same decay. 4 Rich and poor at last shall meet At the heavenly mercy seat; Where the name of rich and poor Never shall be uttered more. 974. L. M. Bowring. Temptation. 1 Oh, what a struggle wakes within, When in the spirit's solitude, The tempting, treacherous thoughts of sin, In all their luring smiles intrude! 2 'Tis then, my Father! then I feel My nature's weakness, and, oppressed, Like a poor trembling child I steal To thee, for safety, and for rest. 3 Beneath thy shadow let me live! Be thou my Friend--my Father be! I bend in trust--I pray! forgive The erring child that flies to thee! 975. L. M. Anonymous. The Faithful Minister. 1 "Let there be light!"--When from on high, O God, that first commandment came, Forth leaped the sun; and earth and sky Lay in his light, and felt his flame. 2 "Let there be light!"--The light of grace And truth, a darkling world to bless, Came with thy word, when on our race Broke forth the Sun of Righteousness.