`I go; the poor, My poor are with you still,

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    Verse 1
    `I go; the poor, My poor are with you still,
    And ye may help them when and as ye will`

    Verse 2
    Such was the legacy Incarnate Love
    Bequeath'd His own before He soar'd above

    Verse 3
    Not gold or jewels, but His poor to claim
    Our succour for the sake of His dear name

    Verse 4
    No weary burden, but a rich bequest,
    Whereby who blesses is himself twice bless'd

    Verse 5
    Is it not ours today? Are not the poor,
    The hungry and the naked, at our door?

    Verse 6
    And do not still the moans of anguish rise,
    By day and night from sufferers to the skies?

    Verse 7
    The wounded soul, the broken heart's distress;
    Tears of the widow and the fatherless?

    Verse 8
    And He, who gave Himself for all, has given
    To us His servants of the balm of heaven

    Verse 9
    None are so poor but have some love to shower
    On poorer than themselves, and this is power

    Verse 10
    This is the worship pure and undefiled
    The father claims of every heaven-born child