1 If we profess to love the Lord,
And not our brother too,
We do but mock his holy word,
As vain professors do.

2 Should we have wealth laid up in store,
And with a hard'ned heart,
Refuse unto the helpless poor,
To give them any part.

3 The love of God can't be possess'd,
Or yet in such abide,
Who do not feel for the distress'd,
And turn from them aside.

4 We dare not turn away our eyes
From such as need relief,
Nor yet refuse to hear their cries,
And not partake their grief.

5 We must be merciful and kind
To all the human race;
We must possess the Saviour's mind,
Would we be heirs of grace.