Who will move in love and pity, bleeding wounds to soothe and bind,
Good Samaritans, who ever seek some path of love to find.
Courage new is then imparted, chilling words no more oppress;
Oh! for more true kindred spirits, who would make our sufferings less.
Lord forgive thine erring people; form them for thyself alone;
Then they’ll bear each other’s burdens, calling nought they have their own.
Then each suffering child of sorrow would be watched with tender care,
Love and pity for the erring would be felt and witnessed there.
Strife and jealousy would vanish; love be felt that works no ill;
Peace, sweet peace, and joy and gladness, would each home and bosom fill.