Charity

Verse 1

Meek and lowly, pure and holy, Chief among the "Blessed Three," Turning sadness into gladness, Heav'n-born art thou, Charity! Pity dwelleth in thy bosom, Kindness reigneth o'er thy heart; Gentle tho'ts alone can sway thee; Judgment hath in thee no part.

Verse 2

Hoping ever, failing never; Tho' deceived, believing still; Long abiding, all confiding To thy heavenly Father's will; Never weary of well-doing, Never fearful of the end; Claiming all mankind as brothers, Thou dost all alike befriend.