Thy soothing[190] hand may press.
2. Thy neighbor? ’Tis the fainting poor,
Whose eye with want is dim,
Whom hunger sends from door to door—
Go thou, and succor[191] him.
3. Thy neighbor? ’Tis that weary[192] man,
Whose years are at their brim,
Bent low with sickness, cares and pain—
Go thou, and comfort him.
4. Thy neighbor? ’Tis the heart bereft[193]