'Tis winter, and ye by your fireside so warm May not feel the blast of the pitiless storm, But cold winds are sweeping o'er moutain and moor And loved ones are starving - remember the poor. Remember the poor, remember the poor, And loved ones are starving - remember the poor. "To one of the least, in my name," saith the Lord, "No visit of mercy shall lose its reward;" But easure for measure shall earth-life restre And treasure in heaven, remember the poor. Remember the poor, remember the poor And treasure in heaven, remember the poor. Oh, give of thy bounty, thy gratitude show; So freely receiving, as freely bestow. In mansions so fair on the evergreen short Would you be remembered? Remember the poor. Remember the poor, remember the poor, Would you be remembered? Remember the poor.