The Songs that Quinte Sang/Lend a Hand
Lend a Hand.
Life is full of hidden perils,
And the traveller never thinks
Of the dangers that surround him,
Till the ground beneath him sinks.
Can you calmly stand and watch him
Sinking in the treacherous sand,
Heeding not his cry of anguish?
Shame upon you! Lend a hand!
When you see a young beginner
Struggling up the steps of Fame,
And in spite of opposition
Striving hard to win a name,
You who’ve gained the heights before him
And upon the summit stand,
Do not idly watch his struggles,
Rouse yourselves and lend a hand.
When you see a wounded brother
On the battle-field of Life,
Who, after fighting, long and nobly,
Falls, a loser in the strife,
Pause one moment, O ye conquerors,
In your rush to victory grand,
Brave as ye he fought, tho’ vainly,
He is wounded. Lend a hand!
When you meet a fallen sister
In the crowded city street,
None to give her kindly counsel,
None to guide her wayward feet
In God’s eyes she’s just as precious
As the purest in the land.
Speak no word of scorn or censure,
Try to save her. Lend a hand!
And perhaps, in that dread hour
When all secrets are made known,
When at last both saint and sinner
Stand before the Judgment Throne,
When in answer to the summons,
At the Bar of God you stand,
Waiting for the eternal sentence,
You’ll be glad you lent a hand.