IF while I walk the busy mart,

I find there one whose fainting heart

By some kind, sympathetic word

To new life might be stirred,

Lord, help me say it now’!

Or, if upon the thorny road

I meet another ‘neath a load

Of sorrow, which my tears might share,

And thus the burden bear,

Lord, help me shed them now,!

If any ointment, rare and sweet,

I long to pour upon “His feet,

 To rest and soothe them by the way,

My hand let nothing stay,

Lord, help me bring it now’!

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