Who is thy neighbor? he whom thou

Hast power to aid or bless;

Whose aching heart or burning brow

Thy soothing hand may press.

Thy neighbor? ’tis the fainting poor,

Whose eye with want is dim;

O, enter thou his humble door,

With aid and peace for him.

Thy neighbor? he who drinks the cup

When sorrow drowns the brim;

With words of high, sustaining hope,

Go thou and comfort him.

Thy neighbor? ’tis the weary slave,

Fettered in mind and limb;

He hath no hope this side the grave;

Go thou and ransom him.

Thy neighbor? pass no mourner by;

Perhaps thou canst redeem

A breaking heart from misery;

Go, share thy lot with him.