Can we whose lives are richly blest With Gospel light and Heaven's best, With education's strength and lift, If we withhold the Christian's gift. Can we be blameless in our greed If we share not with souls in need? When others hunger in dark lands, Dare we hold tight within our hands? Our money and our means, not share When we have much, oh, much to spare Will God excuse our self-set gains While sad hearts die in sinful chains? Is there not danger we may hear The words that fell on the rich man's ear When he had died and felt too late The pangs of Lazarus at his gate? He begged his brethren might be told To share their gifts of love and gold. Christ brought His message to all men; This life is short, and, oh, what then? When we must give account to God For paths our earthly feet have trod; The rich man would have given all If life on earth he might recall. Too late, too late, his warning cry Sounds through the earth, all men must die; With death our chance forever ends, None e'er returns to make amends. O Christian, rouse, awake, and give Of love, of means while yet you live. © Lucena C. Byrum