Remember the Poor

Remember the Poor!
It fearfully snoweth,
And bitterly bloweth;
Thou couldst not endure
The tempest's wild power
Through night's dreary hour,
Then pity the poor!
Remember the poor!
The father is lying
In that hovel, dying
With sickness of heart.
No voice cheers his dwelling,
A Saviour's love telling,
Ere life shall depart.
Remember the poor!
The widow is sighing,
The orphans are crying,
Half starving for bread;
In mercy be speedy
To succor the needy, —
Their helper is dead!
Remember the poor!
The baby is sleeping,
Its cheeks wet with weeping,
On its mother's fond breast;
Whose cough, deep and hollow,
Foretells she'll soon follow
Her husband to rest!
Remember the poor!
To him who aid lendeth,
Whatever he spendeth
The Lord will repay;
And sweet thoughts shall cheer him,
And God's love be near him,
In his dying day!