When thou makest a feast, call the poor, the maimed, the lame, the blind: And thou shalt be blessed; for they cannot recompense thee: for thou shalt be recompensed at the resurrection of the just. Luke 14:13–14
Be merry all, be merry all,
With holly dress the festive hall,
Prepare the song, the feast, the ball,
To welcome merry Christmas.
And oh! remember gentles gay,
For you who bask in fortune’s ray,
The year is all a holiday,
The poor have only Christmas.
When you, with velvets mantled o’er,
Defy December’s tempests frore,
O spare one garment from your store
To clothe the poor at Christmas.
From blazing loads of fuel, while
Your homes with indoor summer smile,
Oh! spare one faggot from your pile
To warm the poor at Christmas.
When you the costly banquet deal
To guests who never famine feel,
Oh! spare one morsel from your meal
To feed the poor at Christmas,
When generous wine your care controls,
And gives new joy to happiest souls,
Oh! spare one goblet from your bowls
To cheer the poor at Christmas.
So shall each note of mirth appear
More sweet to Heav’n than praise or prayer,
And angels in their carols there
Shall bless the rich at Christmas.