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.