She loved her Savior, and to Him
Her costliest present brought;
To crown His head, or grace His Name,
No gift too rare she thought.
So let the Savior be adored,
And not the poor despised,
Give to the hungry from your hoard,
But all, give all to Christ.
Go, clothe the naked, lead the blind,
Give to the weary rest;
For sorrow�s children comfort find,
And help for all distressed.
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.
