C. M. W. Croswell. He Went About Doing Good. |
1 Lord, lead the way the Saviour went, By lane and cell obscure, And let our treasures still be spent, Like his, upon the poor. 2 Like him, through scenes of deep distress, Who bore the world's sad weight, We, in their gloomy loneliness, Would seek the desolate. 3 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.
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