If sickness calls thee with feeble cry,
Or suffering moans from its bed of pain;
If a pleading comes from the sunken eye,
Or madness shrieks from the fevered brain;
Oh! watch, as the angels watch above,
Oh! pray for them as the angels pray;
Bring heart and hand to the labor of love—
Turn not away.
If poverty stands at thy cottage door—
Squalid poverty, faint and weak—