O, win them back again!

5 Speak gently,--'tis a little thing,
Dropped in the heart's deep well;
The good, the joy, that it may bring,
Eternity shall tell.

286. C. M. Jones Very.

Kind Words.

1 Turn not from him who asks of thee
A portion of thy store;
Thou poor in worldly goods may'st be,
Yet canst give what is more.

2 The balm of comfort thou canst pour
Into his grieving mind,
Who oft is turned from wealth's proud door,
With many a word unkind.

3 Does any from the false world find
Naught but reproach and scorn?
Does any, stung by words unkind,
Wish that he ne'er was born?

4 Do thou raise up his drooping heart,
Restore his wounded mind;
Though naught of wealth thou canst impart
Yet still thou may'st be kind.

5 And oft again thy words shall wing
Backward their course to thee,
And in thy breast will prove a spring
Of pure felicity.

287. C. M. Anonymous.

"Neither Do I Condemn Thee."

1 O, if thy brow, serene and calm,
From earthly stain is free,
View not with scorn the erring one,--
He once was pure like thee.

2 O, if the smiles of love are thine,
Its joyous ecstasy,
Shun not the poor forsaken one,--
He once was loved like thee!

3 And still, 'mid shame, and guilt, and woe,
One Being loves him still,
Who, blessing thee, hath poured on him
The world's extremest ill.

4 He knows the secret lure which led
Those youthful steps astray;
He knows that they who holiest are
Might fall from Him away.

5 Then, with the love of him who said
"Go thou, and sin no more,"
Save, save, the sinner from despair,
And peace and hope restore.

288. L. M. Scott.

Charitable Judgment.

1 All-seeing God! 'tis Thine to know
The springs whence wrong opinions flow,--
To judge, from principles within,
When frailty errs, and when we sin.

2 Who, among men, great Lord of all,
Thy servant to his bar shall call?
Judge him, for modes of faith, Thy foe,
Or doom him to the realms of woe?

3 Who with another's eye can read,