They say no man can help The Lord
Most fail to even try
Yet those who others aid afford
Will see The Truth grow nigh
It’s good when life we understand
When grace has vanquished shame
When love reaches and takes one’s hand
To glorify God’s name
One’s help to God, is in the deed
We tender great and small
In food and drink we give to feed
When hungry neighbours call
Within the cup we give a child
The beggar limping by
A word to those not reconciled
Still doomed in sin to die
Even the least to help the great
To others in distress
A coin we give to change ill fate
The Lord will surely bless
The cup of milk the slice of bread
One’s second pair of shoes
Helping the sick the child unfed
Will service God our dues
Offering help, donating aid
Answering true love’s call
Virtue from high will never fade
Nor will one’s neighbours fall
This is the help we give our King
Our aid to Heaven’s throne
Changing the song we used to sing
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