The poor as Jesus' bosom-friends,
The poor he makes his latest care,
To all his followers commends,
And wills us on our hands to bear;
The poor our dearest care we make,
And love them for our Savior's sake.
Whate'er thou dost to us entrust,
With thy peculiar blessing blessed,
O make us diligent and just,
As stewards faithful to the least,
Endowed with wisdom to possess
The mammon of unrighteousness.
Help us to make the poor our friends,
By that which paves the way to hell,
That when our loving labor ends,
And dying from this earth we fail,
Our friends may greet us in the skies
Born to a life that never dies.
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