They come a noble band
Inured to toil and pain,
Who never sought for help before
And shall they seek in vain?
From hovels, once dear homes
Where lov’d ones pale with grief,
Sit shivering round the fireless grates,
They come to beg relief.
They ask for bread and shall
The prayer that Christ has taught?
Unanswered be when it ascends,
From hearts with anguish fraught?
For them we wish to plead
With all who have to spend
And they who give unto the poor,
Unto their Lord doth lend.
Then God your debtor make,
And do it while you live
And let us not your death-beds thank
For all you ever give.
But now your help afford,
Too soon you cannot give,
O hasten “to the rescue” now
And bid your brother live.