My Brother and I | AdventAI

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Tacoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jan 14, 1915

“My Brother and I”

He is not perfect, neither am I; He's crying for aid, for help I would cry; He's needing my sympathy, I'm needy, too; We must help one another whatever we do, For we must be brothers — my brother and I.

He's burdened with sorrow, with anguish I cry; But he's helping me, and so I must try To bury my heartache in healing his woes; We must stand by each other, howe'er the fight goes, For we must be brothers — my brother and I.

We often are feeble, but strong is the tie That binds us together while swift the days fly; Though often we stumble and frequent our fall, We must trust one another and love through it all, For we must be brothers — my brother and I.

O great Elder Brother! who feared not to die That all might be kinsmen under God's sky, Come journey thou with us. Though limping and lame And faulty and feeble and covered with shame, Thou still canst redeem us — my brother and I.

And when all the days of our voyage slip by, And we sail through the mist and shadows, be nigh To gather the praise of our fast-fleeting breath, To walk through the “valley and shadow of death,” To save us and seal us — my brother and I.

—Selected.