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Verse 1

Lord, lead the way the Saviour went,
By lane and cell obscure;
And let love’s treasures still be spent
Like His, upon the poor.

Verse 2

Like Him, through scenes of deep distress,
Who bore the world’s sad weight,
We, in their crowded loneliness,
Would seek the desolate.

Verse 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.

Verse 4

Mean are all offerings we can make;
Yet Thou hast taught us, Lord,
If given for the Saviour’s sake,
They lose not their reward.

Verse 1

Thou Lord of life, our saving Health,
Who mak’st Thy suffering ones our care,
Our gifts are still our truest wealth,
To serve Thee our sincerest prayer.

Verse 2

As on the river’s rising tide
Flow strength and coolness from the sea,
So through the ways our hands provide
May quickening life flow in from Thee.

Verse 3

To heal the wound, to still the pain,
And strength to failing pulses bring,
Till the lame feet shall leap again,
And the parched lips with gladness sing.

Verse 4

Bless Thou the gifts our hands have brought;
Bless Thou the work our hearts have planned;
Ours is the hope, the will, the thought;
The rest, O God, is in Thy hand.

Verse 1

We give Thee but Thine own,
What-e’er the gift may be:
All that we have is Thine alone,
A trust, O Lord, from Thee.

Verse 2

May we Thy bounties thus
As stewards true receive,
And gladly, as Thou blessest us,
To Thee our first-fruits give.

Verse 3

O hearts are bruised and dead,
And homes are bare and cold,
And lambs for whom the Shepherd bled
Are straying from the fold.

Verse 4

To comfort and to bless,
To find a balm for woe,
To tend the lone and fatherless,
Is angels’ work below.

Verse 5

The captive to release,
To God the lost to bring,
To teach the way of life and peace,—
It is a Christ-like thing.

Verse 6

And we believe Thy word,
Though dim our faith may be:
Whate’er for Thine we do, O Lord,
We do it unto Thee.

Verse 1

O Lord of heaven and earth and sea,
To Thee all praise and glory be;
How shall we show our love to Thee
Who givest all?

Verse 2

The golden sunshine, vernal air,
Sweet flowers and fruit, Thy love declare;
Where harvests ripen, Thou art there
Who givest all.

Verse 3

For peaceful homes and healthful days,
For all the blessings earth displays,
We owe Thee thankfulness and praise
Who givest all.

Verse 4

Thou didst not spare Thine only Son,
But gav’st Him for a world undone,
And freely with that Blessed One
Thou givest all.

Verse 5

Thou giv’st the Spirit’s holy dower,
Spirit of life and love and power,
And dost His sevenfold graces shower
Upon us all.

Verse 6

For souls redeemed, for sins forgiven,
For means of grace and hopes of heaven,
Father, what can to Thee be given
Who givest all?

Verse 7

We lose what on ourselves we spend;
We have as treasure without end
Whatever, Lord, to Thee we lend
Who givest all.

Verse 8

Whatever, Lord, we lend to Thee,
Repaid a thousand-fold will be;
Then gladly will we give to Thee
Who givest all.

Verse 9

To Thee, from whom we all derive
Our life, our gifts, our power to give,
O may we ever with Thee live
Who givest all.

Verse 1

O praise our God to-day,
His constant mercy bless,
Whose love hath helped us on our way,
And granted us success.

Verse 2

His arm the strength imparts
Our daily toil to bear;
His grace alone inspires our hearts
Each other’s load to share.

Verse 3

O happiest work below,
Earnest of joy above,
To sweeten many a cup of woe
By deeds of holy love!

Verse 4

Lord, may it be our choice
This blessed rule to keep,
“Rejoice with them that do rejoice,
And weep with them that weep.”

Verse 5

O praise our God to-day,
His constant mercy bless,
Whose love hath helped us on our way,
And granted us success.

Verse 1

O daughters blest of Galilee,
With Jesus chose ye well to be,
Thrice happy holy company!

Verse 2

O joy, to see that Master dear!
O joy, to live with Him so near!
O joy, that gentle voice to hear!

Verse 3

O more than joy, to that dear Lord,
In purest, deepest love adored,
All lowly service to afford!

Verse 4

Yea, happy was your lot to bring,
In loyal homage to your King,
Each free and gracious offering.

Verse 5

O Jesus, throned above the height,
Adoring troops of angels bright
Wait on Thy bidding day and night:

Verse 6

Thy sacred form we cannot see,
Yet, Lord, these hands may render Thee
Each lowly act of charity.

Verse 7

For while ‘mid want and woe we move,
And tend Thy poor in gentle love,
We minister to Thee above.

Verse 8

O gracious Jesus, we confess
Our poor cold love, our nothingness:
Yet Thou wilt own, and Thou wilt bless.

Verse 1

O God of mercy, God of might,
In love and pity infinite,
Teach us, as ever in Thy sight,
To live our life to Thee.

Verse 2

And Thou who cam’st on earth to die,
That fallen man might live thereby,
O hear us, for to Thee we cry
In hope, O Lord, to Thee.

Verse 3

Teach us the lesson Thou hast taught,
To feel for those Thy blood hath bought,
That every word and deed and thought
May work a work for Thee.

Verse 4

For all are brethren, far and wide,
Since Thou, O Lord, for all hast died;
Then teach us, whatsoe’er betide,
To love them all in Thee.

Verse 5

In sickness, sorrow, want, or care,
Whate’er it be, ’tis ours to share;
May we, when help is needed, there
Give help as unto Thee.

Verse 6

And may Thy Holy Spirit move
All those who live, to live in love,
Till Thou shalt greet in heaven above
All those who live to Thee.

Verse 1

O Thou through suffering perfect made,
On whom the bitter cross was laid,
In hours of sickness, grief, and pain,
No sufferer turns to Thee in vain.

Verse 2

The halt, the maimed, the sick, the blind,
Sought not in vain Thy tendance kind;
Now in Thy poor Thyself we see,
And minister through them to Thee.

Verse 3

O loving Saviour, Thou canst cure
The pains and woes Thou didst endure,
For all who need, Physician great,
Thy healing balm we supplicate.

Verse 4

But, O far more, let each keen pain
And hour of woe be heavenly gain,
Each stroke of Thy chastising rod
Bring back the wanderer nearer God.

Verse 5

O heal the bruised heart within;
O save our souls all sick with sin;
Give life and health in bounteous store,
That we may praise Thee evermore.