Help Us, O Lord, Thy Yoke to Wear

Help us

O Lord

Thy yoke to wear

Delighting in Thy per­fect will;

Each oth­er’s bur­den learn to bear

And thus Thy law of love ful­fill.

He that hath pi­ty on the poor

Lendeth his sub­stance to the Lord;

And lo! his re­com­pense is sure

For more than all shall be re­stored.

Who spar­ingly his seed be­stows

He spar­ing­ly shall also reap;

But who­so plen­ti­ful­ly sows

Thy plen­teous sheaves his hand shall heap.

Teach us

with glad

un­grudg­ing heart

As Thou hast blest our va­ri­ous store

From our abun­dance to im­part

A li­ber­al por­tion to the poor.

To Thee our all de­vot­ed be

In whom we breathe and move and live;

Freely we have re­ceived from Thee;

Freely may we re­joice to give.

And while we thus ob­ey Thy Word

And ev­ery call of want re­lieve

Oh! may we find it

gra­cious Lord

More blessed to give than to re­ceive.