Lord, lead the way the Saviour went,

By lane and cell obscure,

And let our treasures still be spent

Like his, upon the poor.

2 Like him, through scenes of deep distress,

Who bore the world’s sad weight,

We, in their gloomy loneliness,

Would seek the desolate.

3 For thou hast placed us side by side

In this wide world of ill;

And, that thy followers may be tried,

The poor are with us still.

4 Small are the offerings we can make;

Yet thou hast taught us, Lord,

If given for the Saviour’s sake,

They lose not their reward.