the distress in ireland.
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The Distress in Ireland.
AN APPEAL.
Christ fed the hungry multitude,
He did not ask their race or creed,
He only saw the people's need,
And bade His followers give them food.
He did not ask their race or creed,
He only saw the people's need,
And bade His followers give them food.
A people in a sadder plight,
In greater need, in more distress,
Than those fed in the wilderness,
Appeal for sympathy to-night.
In greater need, in more distress,
Than those fed in the wilderness,
Appeal for sympathy to-night.
The starving poor on Erin's isle,
Poor hapless souls! our pity claim:
We ask you in Christ Jesu's name
To aid them for a little while.
Poor hapless souls! our pity claim:
We ask you in Christ Jesu's name
To aid them for a little while.
"Feed my lambs," the Saviour said:
His little lambs are faint and cold,
Hungering, in their distant fold,
Crying piteously for bread.
His little lambs are faint and cold,
Hungering, in their distant fold,
Crying piteously for bread.
"Feed my sheep," the voice Divine
Echoes adown the ages still;
Good Shepherd may we do Thy will,
For are not all men sheep of Thine!
Echoes adown the ages still;
Good Shepherd may we do Thy will,
For are not all men sheep of Thine!
But Charity begins at home,
And we have our deserving poor,
Pinched with want, close to our door;
Charity has no need to roam.
And we have our deserving poor,
Pinched with want, close to our door;
Charity has no need to roam.
