Lord, lead the way the Sav­ior went,
By lane and cell ob­scure;
And let love’s trea­sures still be spent,
Like His, up­on the poor.

Like Him, through scenes of deep dis­tress,
Who bore the world’s sad weight,
We, in their crowd­ed lone­li­ness,
Would seek the de­so­late.

For Thou hast placed us side by side
In this wide world of ill;
And, that Thy fol­low­ers may be tried,
The poor are with us still.

Mean are all of­fer­ings we can make;
Yet Thou hast taught us, Lord,
If giv­en for the Sav­ior’s sake,
They lose not their re­ward.