Help us, O Lord, Thy yoke to wear,
Delighting in Thy per­fect will;
Each oth­er’s bur­den learn to bear,
And thus Thy law of love ful­fill.

He that hath pi­ty on the poor
Lendeth his sub­stance to the Lord;
And lo! his re­com­pense is sure,
For more than all shall be re­stored.

Who spar­ingly his seed be­stows,
He spar­ing­ly shall also reap;
But who­so plen­ti­ful­ly sows,
Thy plen­teous sheaves his hand shall heap.

Teach us, with glad, un­grudg­ing heart,
As Thou hast blest our va­ri­ous store,
From our abun­dance to im­part
A li­ber­al por­tion to the poor.

To Thee our all de­vot­ed be,
In whom we breathe and move and live;
Freely we have re­ceived from Thee;
Freely may we re­joice to give.

And while we thus ob­ey Thy Word,
And ev­ery call of want re­lieve,
Oh! may we find it, gra­cious Lord,
More blessed to give than to re­ceive.