With human weakness long she bears, to anger ne’er gives place;
Her features fair with kindness glow, no envy stirs her breast,
Nor e’er by boastful acts or words is inward pride expressed.
She ever seeketh others’ good, regardless of her own;
She thinks no evil, speaks no ill, by act, or look, or tone;
Not in iniquity, but truth, doth she her comfort take,
And bears, believes, endures, and hopes, all things, for Jesus’ sake.
Hail, holy Charity! bright daughter of the skies!
An angel from the ruins of our once fair paradise,
Still lingering with our fallen race to point our feet above,