M. PALMEP CLARE MARKET IIS, IOS 94 4 Here, Lord, we of-fer Thee all that is fair- est, Bloom from the garden,and flow'rs from the field; Gifts for the stricken ones,knowing Thou carest More for the love than the wealth that we yield. 914 HERE, Lord, we offer Thee all that is fairest, 3 Raise, Lord, to health again those who Bloom from the garden, and flowers from the field; [carest Gifts for the stricken ones, knowing Thou More for the love than the wealth that we yield. 2 Send, Lord, by these to the sick and the dying, [peace. Speak to their hearts with a message of Comfort the sad, who in weakness are lying, Grant the departing a gentle release. ST. PIRAN 7s, 5s. have sickened, Thine are all the gifts, O God! Thine the broken bread; Let the naked feet be shod, And the starving fed. וד. 915 THINE are all the gifts, O God! Let the naked feet be shod, And the starving fed. 2 Let Thy children, by Thy grace, Give as they abound, Till the poor have breathing-space, And the lost are found. 3 Wiser than the miser's hoards 4 Welcome smiles on faces sad 1878 IRBY 8s, 75, 7. H. J. GAUNTLETT Once in roy al Da-vid's city Stood a low- ly cat- tle shed, Where a mother laid her Ba- by, In a man-ger for His bed: Ma-ry was the mother mild, Jesus Christ her little Child. 916 ONCE in royal David's city 2 He came down to earth from heaven Who is God and Lord of all, And His shelter was a stable, And His cradle was a stall; With the poor, and mean, and lowly, Lived on earth our Saviour holy. 3 And, through all His wondrous childhood, He would honor and obey, Love, and watch the lowly maiden In whose gentle arms He lay; Christian children all must be Mild, obedient, good as He. HILGROVE 75. 4 For He is our childhood's pattern; 5 And our eyes at last shall see Him, Set at God's right hand on high; Cecil Frances Alexander 1848 On the cross lift-ed up, Thy face we scan, man. a Bear- ing that cross for us, Son of 6 Thorns form Thy diadem, Rough wood Thy throne For us Thy blood is shed, Us 7 No pil-low un-der Thee To rest Thy head, Only the splintered cross Is 8 What, O my Saviour! Here didst Thou see, Which made Thee suffer and Die for Thy me? 10 Yes, let Thy cross be borne Each day by me, Mind not how heavy if But with Thee. 12 Grant through each day of life To stand by Thee; With Thee, when morning breaks Ever to be. Edward Monro |