She Loved Her Savior

She loved her Sav­ior

and to Him

Her cost­li­est pre­sent brought;

To crown His head

or grace His name

No gift too rare she thought.

And though the pru­dent world­ling frowned

And thought the poor be­reft;

Christ’s hum­ble friend sweet com­fort found

For He ap­proved the gift.

The poor are al­ways with us here

’Tis our great Fa­ther’s plan

That mu­tu­al wants and mu­tu­al care

May bind us man to man.

So let the Sav­ior be ad­ored

And not the poor des­pised

Give to the hun­gry from your hoard

But all

give all to Christ.

Go

clothe the nak­ed

lead the blind

Give to the wea­ry rest;

For sor­row’s child­ren com­fort find

And help for all dis­tressed.

But give to Christ alone Thy heart

Thy faith

Thy love su­preme

Then for His sake Thine alms im­part

And so give all to Him.