Love To Men, For Souls

Verse 1

Blest is the man whose heart doth move,
And melt with pity, to the poor;
Whose soul, by sympathizing love,
Feels what his fellow-saints endure.

Verse 2

His heart contrives, for their relief,
More good than his own hands can do;
He, in the time of general grief,
Shall find the Lord has pity too.

Verse 3

His soul shall live secure on earth,
With secret blessings on his head,
When drought, and pestilence, and dearth
Around him multiply their dead.

Verse 4

Or, if he languish on his couch,
God will pronounce his sins forgiven,
Will save him with a healing touch,
Or take his willing soul to heaven.

Verse 1

Blest is the man, whose softening heart
Feels all another’s pain;
To whom the supplicating eye
Was never raised in vain;--

Verse 2

Whose breast expands with generous warmth,
A stranger’s woes to feel,
And bleeds in pity o’er the wound
He wants the power to heal.

Verse 3

He spreads his kind supporting arms
To every child of grief;
Hie secret bounty largely flows,
And brings unasked relief.

Verse 4

To gentle offices of love,
His feet are never slow;
He views, through mercy’s melting eye,
A brother in a foe.

Verse 1

Go, labor on, while it is day;
The world’s dark night is hastening on:
Speed, speed thy work,—cast sloth away!
It is not thus that souls are won.

Verse 2

Men die in darkness at your side,
Without a hope to cheer the tomb:
Take up the torch and wave it wide—
The torch that lights time’s thickest gloom.

Verse 3

Toil on, faint not:—keep watch and pray!
Be wise the erring soul to win;
Go forth into the world’s highway;
Compel the wanderer to come in.

Verse 4

Go, labor on: your hands are weak;
Your knees are faint, your soul cast down,
Yet falter not; the prize you seek
Is near,—a kingdom and a crown!

Verse 1

Only a word for Jesus,
Spoken in fear with sense of need;
Yet, with the Master’s blessing,
Thousands that word may feed.

Refrain

Give me a word for thee, Master!
Give me a word for thee!
To speak thy praise,
Some soul to raise,
Oh, give me a word for thee.

Verse 2

Only a word for Jesus,
Gentle and low with falt’ring breath;
Yet, with the Spirit’s thrilling,
Winning a soul from death.

Verse 3

Only a word for Jesus,
Only a wav’ring soul to hear;
Yet, thro’ increasing ages,
Widen its help and cheer.

Verse 4

Only a word for Jesus,
Feeble the love and praise appear:
Angels their songs are ceasing,
Glad this new note to hear.

Verse 1

Rescue the perishing,
Care for the dying,
Snatch them in pity from sin and the grave;
Weep o’er the erring one,
Lift up the fallen,
Tell them of Jesus, the mighty to save.

Refrain

Rescue the perishing,
Care for the dying;
Jesus is merciful,
Jesus will save.

Verse 2

Tho’ they are slighting him,
Still he is waiting,
Waiting the penitent child to receive.
Plead with them earnestly,
Plead with them gently,
He will forgive if they only believe.

Verse 3

Down in the human heart,
Crushed by the tempter,
Feelings lie buried which grace can restore.
Touched by a loving heart,
Wakened by kindness,
Cords that were broken will vibrate once more.

Verse 4

Rescue the perishing,
Duty demands it;
Strength for thy labor the Lord will provide.
Back to the narrow way
Patiently win them;
Tell the poor wand’rer a Savior has died.

Verse 1

Rescue the perishing,
Care for the dying,
Snatch them in pity from sin and the grave;
Weep o’er the erring one,
Lift up the fallen,
Tell them of Jesus, the mighty to save.

Refrain

Rescue the perishing,
Care for the dying;
Jesus is merciful,
Jesus will save.

Verse 2

Tho’ they are slighting him,
Still he is waiting,
Waiting the penitent child to receive.
Plead with them earnestly,
Plead with them gently,
He will forgive if they only believe.

Verse 3

Down in the human heart,
Crushed by the tempter,
Feelings lie buried which grace can restore.
Touched by a loving heart,
Wakened by kindness,
Cords that were broken will vibrate once more.

Verse 4

Rescue the perishing,
Duty demands it;
Strength for thy labor the Lord will provide.
Back to the narrow way
Patiently win them;
Tell the poor wand’rer a Savior has died.

Verse 1

There are lonely hearts to cherish,
While the days are going by;
There are weary souls who perish,
While the days are going by;
If a smile we can renew,
As our journey we pursue,
Oh, the good we all may do,
While the days are going by.

Refrain

Going by, going by,
Going by, going by,
Oh, the good we all may do,
While the days are going by.

Verse 2

There’s no time for idle scorning,
While the days are going by;
Let your face be like the morning,
While the days are going by;
Oh, the world is full of sighs,
Full of sad and weeping eyes;
Help your fallen brother rise,
While the days are going by.

Verse 3

All the loving links that bind us,
While the days are going by;
One by one we leave behind us,
While the days are going by;
But the seeds of good we sow
Both in shade and shine will grow,
And will keep our hearts aglow,
While the days are going by.

Verse 1

There are lonely hearts to cherish,
While the days are going by;
There are weary souls who perish,
While the days are going by;
If a smile we can renew,
As our journey we pursue,
Oh, the good we all may do,
While the days are going by.

Refrain

Going by, going by,
Going by, going by,
Oh, the good we all may do,
While the days are going by.

Verse 2

There’s no time for idle scorning,
While the days are going by;
Let your face be like the morning,
While the days are going by;
Oh, the world is full of sighs,
Full of sad and weeping eyes;
Help your fallen brother rise,
While the days are going by.

Verse 3

All the loving links that bind us,
While the days are going by;
One by one we leave behind us,
While the days are going by;
But the seeds of good we sow
Both in shade and shine will grow,
And will keep our hearts aglow,
While the days are going by.

Verse 1

We give thee but thine own,
Whate’er the gift may be:
All that we have is thine alone,
A trust, O Lord! from thee.

Verse 2

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 3

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

Verse 4

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 5

And we believe thy word,
Though dim our faith may be:
Whate’er for thine we do, O Lord,
We do it unto thee.