Dear Lord, Who Dwellest with Us Now

Dear Lord

who dwell­est with us now

In sad hu­man­ity

Give us be­neath the cross to bow

Which men have laid on Thee.

When hun­ger calls to us for bread

With child­hood’s pi­te­ous plea

Make us to know what Thou hast said

Of those who give to Thee.

When strang­er knock­eth at our door

For cheer and sym­pa­thy

Our hearts would warm­est greet­ings pour

That we may wel­come Thee.

When sick and sore dis­tressed ap­peal

In man’s in­fir­mi­ty

We’d haste the brok­en heart to heal

That we may com­fort Thee.

When cap­tive lives in mor­tal pains

Are cla­mor­ing to be free

We’d strike away the hea­vy chains

That we may suc­cor Thee.