All around you men are dying, while the precious moments fly

All around you men are dying, while the precious moments fly;
You will meet them when God calls you to His judgment by and by;
Are you reaching out to help them with a brother’s hand of love?
Are you striving now to lead them to the blessed home above?

There’s a brother close beside you, tempted, weary, sore distressed;
There are many all around you vainly seeking peace and rest;
See the image of the Master in each dark and troubled face;
Point the way to joy eternal thro’ the Lord’s abounding grace.

Show the love of Christ, the Saviour, when He died upon the tree,-
Died for sinners lost and hopeless, direst need their only plea;
With one hand held fast by Jesus, with the other reaching down,
You can save your fallen brother, help him win the victor’s crown.

Chorus
Do not stand aloof in pity; take your brother by the hand,
Roll aside his heavy burden, lift him up and help him stand;
Speak a loving word of comfort, ‘tis the blessed Lord’s command,
That you love him as the Lord loved you.
     Harriet Fithian