Dear Lord, who dwellest with us now In sad humanity, Give us beneath the cross to bow Which men have laid on Thee. When hunger calls to us for bread With childhood???s piteous plea, Make us to know what Thou hast said Of those who give to Thee. When stranger knocketh at our door For cheer and sympathy, Our hearts would warmest greetings pour, That we may welcome Thee. When sick and sore distressed appeal In man???s infirmity, We???d haste the broken heart to heal That we may comfort Thee. When captive lives in mortal pains Are clamoring to be free, We???d strike away the heavy chains That we may succor Thee.