Who is thy neighbor? He whom thou Hast power to aid or bless; Whose aching heart or burning brow Thy soothing hand may press. Thy neighbor? ’Tis the fainting poor Whose eye with want is dim; O enter thou his humble door, With aid and peace for him. Thy neighbor? He who drinks the cup When sorrow drowns the brim; With words of high, sustaining hope, Go thou and comfort him. Thy neighbor? Yonder toiling slave, Fettered in thought and limb; Whose hopes are all beyond the grave, Go thou, and ransom him. Thy neighbor? Pass no mourner by; Perhaps thou canst redeem A breaking heart from misery; Go, share thy lot with him.