Dear ties of mu­tu­al suc­cor bind
The child­ren of our fee­ble race,
And if our breth­ren were not kind,
This earth were but a wea­ry place.

We lean on oth­ers as we walk
Life’s twi­light path, with pit­falls strewn;
And ’twere an idle boast to talk
Of tread­ing that dim path alone.

Amid the snares mis­for­tune lays
Unseen be­neath the steps of all,
Blest is the love that seeks to raise,
And stay and strength­en those who fall.

Till, taught by Him who for our sake
Bore ev­ery form of life’s dis­tress,
With ev­ery pass­ing year we make
The sum of hu­man sor­row less.