JESUS, poorest of the poor!

JESUS, poorest of the poor! Man of sorrows! Child of grief! Happy they whose bounteous store Minister'd to Thy relief.

Jesus, though Thy head is crown'd, Crown'd with loftiest majesty. In Thy members Thou art found, Plunged in deepest poverty.

Happy they who wash Thy feet, Visit Thee in Thy distress! Honour great, and labour sweet. For Thy sake the saints to bless!

They who feed Thy sick and faint For Thyself a banquet find; They who clothe the naked saint Round Thy loins the raiment bind.

Thou wilt keep their soul alive; From their foes protect their head; Languishing their strength revive, And in sickness make their bed.

Thou wilt deeds of love repay; Grace shall gen'rous hearts reward Here on earth, and in the day When they meet their reigning Lord. Charle s H. Spurgeon,