If I can put new hope within the heart Of one who has lost hope, If I can help a brother up Some difficult long slope That seems too steep for tired feet to go, If I can help him climb Into the light upon the hill’s far crest, I shall begrudge no time Or strength that I spend, for well I know How great may be his need. If I can help through any darkened hour, I shall be glad indeed.
For I recall how often I have been Distressed, distraught, dismayed, And hands have reached to help, and voices called That kept me unafraid. If I can share this help that I have had.