I Would Be True

I would be true

for there are those who trust me;

I would be pure

for there are those who care;

I would be strong

for there is much to suf­fer;

I would be brave

for there is much to dare;

I would be brave

for there is much to dare.

I would be friend of all—the foe

the friend­less;

I would be giv­ing

and for­get the gift;

I would be hum­ble

for I know my weak­ness;

I would look up

and laugh

and love and lift.

I would look up

and laugh

and love and lift.

I would be faith­ful through each pass­ing mo­ment;

I would be con­stant­ly in touch with God;

I would be strong to fol­low where He leads me;

I would have faith to keep the path Christ trod;

I would have faith to keep the path Christ trod.

Who is so low that I am not his bro­ther?

Who is so high that I’ve no path to him?

Who is so poor

that I may not feel his hun­ger?

Who is so rich I may not pi­ty him?

Who is so rich I may not pi­ty him?

Who is so hurt I may not know his heart­ache?

Who sings for joy my heart may nev­er share?

Who in God’s heav­en has passed be­yond my vi­sion?

Who to Hell’s depths where I may nev­er fare?

Who to Hell’s depths where I may nev­er fare?

May none

then

call on me for un­der­stand­ing

May none

then

turn to me for help in pain

And drain alone his bi­tter cup of sor­row

Or find he knocks up­on my heart in vain.

Or find he knocks up­on my heart in vain.