God let me find the lonely ones Among the throng today And let me say the word to take The loneliness away: So many walk with aching hearts Along the old highway. So many walk with breaking hearts, And no one understands; They find the roadway rough and steep Across the barren lands; God help me lighten weary eyes, And strengthen nerveless hands. God help me brighten dreary eyes, And let my own grief be A sure reminder of the grief Of those who walk with me. When words fail -- hands fail -- let me go In silent sympathy. |