Oh! what in us should e’er excite our vanity and pride!
Or cause us not in lowliness, vain thoughts of self to hide?
Let deeds of charity and love in all our life abound;
Philanthrophy fails not to go, where’er a sufferer’s found,
To seek the poor, degraded, low, the wicked and debased,
Though his own name by slander’s tongue, be ever thus defaced.
These are the jewels he would gain, this course would fain pursue;
That he is not like them, he asks, to whom is glory due?
Who made us thus to differ here? who gives the strength and power
To hold the victory over self, in dark temptation’s hour?