Dear Lord, if some be rich, bid Thou them bearSome joy this day to Sorrow and to Care.If some be glad with living, bid them goAfar or near and minister to Woe.Bring love to every heart and let it fillThe cup of joy for each, and overspill,And let the light of sympathy so shineThat none shall weep of all these friends of mine.
Dear Lord, if some be rich, bid Thou them bearSome joy this day to Sorrow and to Care.If some be glad with living, bid them goAfar or near and minister to Woe.Bring love to every heart and let it fillThe cup of joy for each, and overspill,And let the light of sympathy so shineThat none shall weep of all these friends of mine.