1 When winter snows fall fast;
When winds go rushing past,
Storms sweep on so wildly,
Cold and chill,
Remember the poor and ill,
And those who ask for aid;
On our souls the Saviour's will,
This care hath laid.

Chorus:
Think of the poor, The suffering poor,
Do not forget their wearisome lot,
Is full of bitten pain;
To aching heart and brain,
Think they are in want,
And gladden them again.

2 When in your pleasant homes,
Where pale want never comes,
And where plenty reigns,
Your constant guest,
Remember those oppressed
By want and give them bread,
He who giveth shall be blest,
The Saviour said. [Chorus]

3 And think each gift of love
Is cherished up above,
And no deed of kindness,
Overpassed,
For bread upon the waters,
Cast though lost to sight,
Surely shall return at last,
With blessings bright. [Chorus]