2 Make channels for the streams of Love, 3 But if at any time we cease 4 For we must share, if we would keep 330. C. M. 1 O sweeter than the fragrant flower 2 And softer than the softest strain 3 T is he who scatters blessings round, His walk through life is mercy-crowned, His bed of death is blest. 331. C. M. 1 Oh how can they look up to heaven, And ask for mercy there, Who never soothed the poor man's pang, Nor dried the orphan's tear! 2 The dread omnipotence of heaven 3 And Christ was still the healing friend 4 May we with humble effort take And thence the active lesson learn 5 But chiefly is the labour ours To guard from ignorance and guilt 6 To graft the virtues, ere the bud 1 My hastening life admonishes 2 What, in a world where cries for help 3 To fill with light some sunken eyes 4 To cheer the oppressed with righteous words, And aid them with a labouring arm: The slaves of tyrant ignorance To rescue, and then shield from harm. 5 Let me remeditate the truth That Christ did for and with us bleed, 6 Oh, if no partner in the pains Death, that takes home and crowns the brave, 1 Father! at Thy footstool see Those who now are one in Thee! Each to each unite, and bless ; Keep us still in perfect peace! 2 Build us in one body up, Called in one high calling's hope! 3 Life of all that live below, 1 Partners of a glorious hope, 2 Let us then as brethren love, Still forget the things behind, 3 Mutual love the token be, Lord, we ask no other heaven. 335. P. M.. 1 Jews were wrought to cruel madness; 2 Poets oft have sung her story, |