Go And Do Likewise, servants of the Lord.
Is not your neighbor him beside the road?
Forbear not aiding the wounded placed there,
Think how in his place thou wouldst rejoice for the care.
Neighbors choose not by color, cause, or creed.
Neighbors ask only, “Is this poor soul in need?”
Deeds of compassion dost the neighbor tend.
To be doers of such deeds the Lord’s chosen he sends.
Dost him with wounds question of thy faith?
Is he not thankful that one perceived his strait?
How can ye pass by him in such distress?
Know ye not that by him ye shall be ever blessed?
Once upon a journey some trav’lers the road didst grace.
There by the wayside the wounded had been placed.
They paused not to offer balm for his health.
Shaking heads in ignorance, they muttered, “Save yourself.”
Yet as the wounded heard their indiff’rence;
No bitterness did he return incensed.
As neighbor pausing to help them he did not eschew.
He prayed, “Father forgive them, they know not what they do.”
Go And Do Likewise, servants of the Lord.
Is not your neighbor him beside the road?
Withhold not mercy to the hurt least placed there.
Think how the greatest shalt rejoice in thy care