Angel of Charity, who, from above,

  Comest to dwell a pilgrim here,

Thy voice is music, thy smile is love,

  And Pity's soul is in thy tear.

When on the shrine of God were laid

  First-fruits of all most good and fair,

That ever bloomed in Eden's shade,

  Thine was the holiest offering there.

Hope and her sister, Faith, were given

  But as our guides to yonder sky;

Soon as they reach the verge of heaven,

  There, lost in perfect bliss, they die.

But, long as Love, Almighty Love,

  Shall on his throne of thrones abide,

Thou, Charity, shalt dwell above,

  Smiling for ever by His side!