Whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of Mine, you did for Me. Matthew 25:40
Words: William Hampson, in Psalms and Hymns for Unitarian Worship, by Robert Aspland, 1810. Some hymnals omit stanzas 1–3.
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Daughters of pity, tune the lay;
To mourners joy belongs;
While He that wipes all tears away
Accepts our thankful songs.
No altars smoke, no offerings bleed,
No guiltless lives expire;
To help a brother in his need
Is all our rites require.
Our offering is a willing mind
To comfort the distressed;
In others’ good our own to find,
In others’ blessing blest.
Go to the pillow of disease,
Where night gives no repose,
And on the cheek where sickness preys,
Bid health to plant a rose.
Go where the friendless stranger lies;
To perish is his doom:
Snatch from the grave his closing eyes,
And bring his blessing home.
Thus, what our heav’nly Father gave,
Shall we as freely give;
Thus copy Him who lived to save,
And died that we might live.