962 C. M. In thee the fatherless findeth mercy. Hos. 14:3. O gracious Lord, whose mercies rise Above our utmost need, Incline thine ear unto our cry, And hear the orphan plead. 2 Bereft of all a mother’s love, And all a mother’s care, Lord, whither shall we flee for help? To whom direct our prayer? 3 To thee we flee, to thee we pray; Thou shalt our Father be: More than the fondest parent’s care We find, O Lord, in thee. 4 Already Thou hast heard our cry, And wiped away our tears: Thy mercy has a refuge found To guard our helpless years. 5 O, let thy love descend on those Who pity to us show; Nor let their children ever taste The orphan’s cup of woe. 963 C. M. A father of the fatherless. Psalm 68:5. 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 fulfill, And bid my troubles 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. 964 C. M. Bear ye one another’s burdens. Gal. 6:2. Help us, O Lord, thy yoke to wear, Delighting in thy will; Each other’s burdens learn to bear, The law of love fulfill. 2 He that hath pity on the poor, Doth lend unto the Lord: And, lo! his recompense is sure; For more shall be restored. 3 To thee our all devoted be, In whom we move, and live; Freely we have received from thee; And freely may we give. 4 And while we thus obey thy word, And every want relieve, O may we find it, gracious Lord! More blest than to receive. 965 S. M. Not hurt in all my holy mountain. Isaiah 11:9. Hush the loud cannon’s roar, The frantic warrior’s call, Why should the earth be drenched with gore? Are we not brothers all? 2 Want, from the wretch depart; Chains, from the captive fall; Sweet mercy, melt the oppressor’s heart: Sufferers are brothers all. 3 Churches and sects, strike down Each mean partition wall; Let love each harsher feeling drown: Christians are brothers all. 4 Let love and truth alone Hold human hearts in thrall, That heaven its work at length may own, And men be brothers all.