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Alas! for the rarity
Of Christian charity
Under the sun.
Oh! it was pitiful!
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Alas! for the rarity
Of Christian charity
Under the sun.
Oh! it was pitiful!
Near a whole city full,
Home had she none.
In every sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,
And poverty stood smiling in my sight.
In every sorrowing soul I pour'd delight,
And poverty stood smiling in my sight.
But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy
right hand doeth:
That thine read more
But when thou doest alms, let not thy left hand know what thy
right hand doeth:
That thine alms may be in secret: and thy Father which seeth in
secret himself shall reward thee openly.
In misery's darkest caverns known,
His useful care was ever nigh,
Where hopeless Anguish pour'd his groan,
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In misery's darkest caverns known,
His useful care was ever nigh,
Where hopeless Anguish pour'd his groan,
And lonely want retir'd to die.
Pity the sorrow of a poor old man,
Whose trembling limbs have brought him to your door.
Pity the sorrow of a poor old man,
Whose trembling limbs have brought him to your door.
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send;
He gave read more
Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere,
Heaven did a recompense as largely send;
He gave to misery (all he had) a tear,
He gain'd from Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend.
Now there was at Joppa a certain disciple named Tabitha, which by
interpretation is called Dorcas: this woman was read more
Now there was at Joppa a certain disciple named Tabitha, which by
interpretation is called Dorcas: this woman was full of good
works and almsdeeds which she did.
Help thi kynne, Crist bit (biddeth), for ther bygynneth charitie.
Help thi kynne, Crist bit (biddeth), for ther bygynneth charitie.
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent,
And what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent,
And what to those we give, to Jove is lent.