Dear Ties of Mutual Succor Bind

Dear ties of mu­tu­al suc­cor bind

The child­ren of our fee­ble race

And if our breth­ren were not kind

This earth were but a wea­ry place.

We lean on oth­ers as we walk

Life’s twi­light path

with pit­falls strewn;

And ’twere an idle boast to talk

Of tread­ing that dim path alone.

Amid the snares mis­for­tune lays

Unseen be­neath the steps of all

Blest is the love that seeks to raise

And stay and strength­en those who fall.

Till

taught by Him who for our sake

Bore ev­ery form of life’s dis­tress

With ev­ery pass­ing year we make

The sum of hu­man sor­row less.