Did you give him your hand?...he was slipping down hill,
and the world, so I fancied, was using him ill.
Did you give him a word?...did you show him the road?
...or did you just let him go on with his load?

Did you help him along?...he's a sinner like you,
but the grasp of your hand might have carried him through.
Did you bid him good cheer?...just a word and a smile,
were what he most needed that last weary mile.

Did you know what he bore in that burden of care,
that is every man's load and that sympathy shares?
Did you try to find out what he needed from you?
...or did you just leave him to battle it through?

Do you know what it means to be losing the fight,
when a lift just in time might set everything right?
Do you know what it means - just the clasp of a hand,
when a man's borne about all that a man ought to stand?

Did you ask what it was - why the look of despair,
and the sad face deep lined with shadows of care.
Were you a brother of his when the time came to be?
Did you offer to help him - or didn't you see?

Don't you know it's part of the brother of man,
to find what the grief is and help, what you can?
Did you stop when he asked you to give him a lift?
...or were you so busy you left him to shift?

Oh, I know what you meant, what you say may be true
- but the test of your love is, "What did you do?"
Did you reach out a hand? Did you point him the road?
...or did you let him go on carrying his heavy load?

1 Cor. 13:3 If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender
my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.