And show us what a Heaven will be, where all is wrought in love.
In the dark places of the earth thy footsteps may we trace,
By fruitful fields and verdant plains where once were desert wastes.
The orphan rises up with joy thy coming steps to bless,
And widows, smiling through their tears, their grateful thanks express.
To clothe the naked, feed the poor, bestowing joy for pain;
To bring relief to those who long in suffering have lain;
To cause the sad, despondent heart to sing aloud for joy—
These are thy works, sweet Charity, thy holy, blest employ.
We welcome thee, O Heavenly grace! be thou our constant guide;