3 He spreads his kind supporting arms, To every child of grief; His secret bounty largely flows, And brings unasked relief. 4 To gentle offices of love, His feet are never slow; He views, through mercy’s melting eye, A brother in a foe. 5 Peace from the bosom of his God, The Saviour’s grace shall give; And when he kneels before the throne, His trembling soul shall live. 954 C. M. I delivered the poor and the fatherless. Job 59:12. Bright Source of everlasting love, To thee our souls we raise; And to thy sovereign bounty rear A monument of praise. 2 Thy mercy gilds the path of life With every cheering ray, Kindly restrains the rising tear, Or wipes that tear away. 3 To tents of woe, to beds of pain, Our cheerful feet repair, And with the gifts thy hand bestows, Relieve the mourners there. 4 The widow’s heart shall sing for joy; The orphan shall be fed; The hungering soul we’ll gladly point To Christ, the living Bread. 955 C. M. Ye have the poor always with you. Matt. 26:11. Lord, lead the way the Saviour went, By lane and cell obscure, And let our treasures still be spent Like his, upon the poor. 2 Like him, through scenes of deep distress, Who bore the world’s sad weight, We, in their gloomy loneliness, Would seek the desolate. 3 For thou hast placed us side by side In this wide world of ill; And, that thy followers may be tried, The poor are with us still. 4 Small are the offerings we can make; Yet thou hast taught us, Lord, If given for the Saviour’s sake, They lose not their reward. 956 C. M. A new commandment. Beneath the shadow of the cross, As earthly hopes remove, His new commandment Jesus gives, His blesséd word of love. 2 O, bond of union, strong and deep! O, bond of perfect peace! Not e’en the lifted cross can harm, If we but hold to this. 3 Then, Jesus, be thy Spirit ours! And swift our feet shall move To deeds of pure self-sacrifice, And the sweet tasks of love. 957 C. M. Scorn not the slightest word or deed. Scorn not the slightest word or deed, Nor deem it void of power; There’s fruit in each wind-wafted seed, That waits its natal hour. 2 A whispered word may touch the heart, And call it back to life; A look of love bid sin depart, And still unholy strife. 3 No act falls fruitless, none can tell How vast its power may be, Nor what results infolded dwell Within it silently.