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Thy neighbor? 'Tis the fainting poor,
WHO is thy neighbor? He whom thou Thy neighbor? He who drinks the cup
Hast power to aid or bless; Whose aching heart or burning brow Thy soothing hand may press.
When sorrow drowns the brim: With words of high, sustaining hope, Go thou and comfort him.
Thy neighbor? Pass no mourner by,
A breaking heart from misery;
Go, share thy lot with him.
ON of the living God! O, call us Once and again to follow thee; And give us strength, whate'er befall us,
Thy true disciples still to be.
And if our coward hearts deny thee,
In inmost thought, in deed, or word, Let not our hardness still defy thee, But with a look subdue us, Lord.
O strengthen thou our weak endeavor
To give ourselves to thee for ever,
And find thee with us to the end.
HENRY ARTHur Martin, 1831