Show 0 4 I 1 from the american messenger GIVE BY MRS L H SIGOURNEY it is more blessed to give than to receive give prayers the evening hath bath begun be earlier than the rising sun I 1 remember those who feel the ahe rod remember those who know not god his hand can boundless blessings give breathe prayers through them the soul shall live give alms the needy sint with pain the orphans mourn the crushed complain give freely hoarded goldis gold is A prey to robbers and to rust christ through his poor a claim doth make give gladly for thy saviors sake give books they live when you are dead light on the darkened mind they shed good seed they sow from age to age through all this mortal pilgrimage they nurse the germs of holy boly trust they wake when you are dust I 1 give smiles to cheer the little child A stranger on this thorny wild I 1 it briD bridgeta bri ngeth geth love its guard to be it helpless asketh love from thee howder by fortunes gifts uti blest give smiles to childhoods guileless breast give words kind words to those who ert err remorse doth need a comforter though in temptations wiles they fall condemn not we are sinners all with the sweet charity of speech give words that heal and words that teach give thought give energy to themes that perish not like fillys dreams hark from the islands of the sea the missionary cries to thee to aid him on a heathen soil give thought give energy give toil from the evening post A glorious star when skies were bright hung forth its golden beam and poured its flow of brilliant light above a gentle stream but when the stream arose and clouds upon its bosom lay I 1 and wrapped it in their shroud the star withdrew its ray I 1 1 ohl oh fickle flatterer of the hour to friendships calls untrue when clouds of care and sorrow lower was not this star like you |