Charity.
Meek and lowly, pure and holy,
Chief among the blessed three,
Turning sadness into gladness,
Heaven born art thou, Charity!
Pity dwelleth in thy bosom;
Kindness reigneth o’er thy heart.
Gentle thoughts alone can sway thee;
Judgment hath in thee no part.
Hoping ever, failing never;
Though 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.