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his blessing home. 3 Thus what our Heavenly Father gave Shall we as freely give; Thus copy him who lived to save, And died that we might live. 768. C. M. Mrs. Barbauld. "Ye are the Salt of the Earth." 1 Salt of the earth! ye virtuous few Who season human kind; Light of the world! whose cheering ray Illumes the realms of mind. 2 Where misery spreads her deepest shade Your strong compassion glows; From your blest lips the balm proceeds That softens human woes. 3 Yours is the large expansive thought, The high heroic deed; Exile and chains to you are dear, To you 'tis sweet to bleed. 4 Proceed! your race of glory run, Your virtuous toils endure; You come commissioned from on high, And your reward is sure. 769. L. M. Watts. All Things vain without Love. 1 Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews, And nobler speech than angels use, If love be absent, I am found Like tinkling brass, an empty sound. 2 Were I inspired to preach and tell All that is done in heaven and hell; Or could my faith the world remove, Still I am nothing without love. 3 Should I distribute all my store To feed the cravings of the poor; Or give my body to the flame To gain a martyr's glorious name; 4 If love to God and love to men Be absent, all my hopes are vain: Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal, The works of love can e'er fulfil. 770. C. M. Mrs. Sigourney. The Sower and the Seed. 1 All hail! ye servants of the Lord! On mercy's mission bound; Who, like the sower of the word, Strew precious gifts around. 2 What though your seed 'mid thorns be sown, Where tares and brambles thrive, Still One is able, One alone, To save its germ alive. 3 Ye fear, what falls on stony earth Will mock your prayerful toil; But sometimes plants of holiest birth Bear fruit in sterile soil. 4 The seed that by the way-side fell, Perchance you counted dead; Yet birds, that sing in heaven, may tell, They on its sweetness fed. 5 And some a hundred fold shall bear, To glorify the Lord; How blessed, then, will be your care! How glorious your reward! 771. 8s. & 7s. M.
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