She loved her Saviour, and to him

Her costliest present brought;

To crown his head, or grace his name,

No gift too rare she thought.

2 So let the Saviour be adored,

And not the poor despised,

Give to the hungry from your hoard,

But all, give all to Christ.

3 Go, clothe the naked, lead the blind,

Give to the weary rest;

For sorrow’s children comfort find,

And help for all distressed;

4 But give to Christ alone thy heart,

Thy faith, thy love supreme;

Then for his sake thine alms impart,

And so give all to him.