Bear ye one another’s burdens,
As ye struggle on thro’ life;
Turn not on your erring brother,
Add not to his care and strife;
Let your heart beat kindly for him,
For this world with sin is rife.
If his burden be so heavy
That he stoops beneath the care,
Help him bear it, of your vigor,
Give him as you well can spare.
Wipe away the tears of sorrow
Falling from his weary eyes;
Point him to a joy eternal,
In the land beyond the skies,
Ere his pining heart in anguish,
Bitter, hopeless anguish, dies.
Sympathy and love can brighten
Burdens that are hard to bear;
Angels bright will help you nobly,
Angels from the land so fair.
Wrap not close your mantle ’round you—
Mantle dark, of selfish pride;
In your bosom, gentle impulse
Do not strive to crush or hide;
There is much of good and evil
In this world so broad and wide.
Much for willing hearts of labor,
Much of good there is to do;
Then arouse! leave not the burden
Bearing heavy on the few.