When o’er the fame of friend or foe,The shadow of disgrace shall fall; insteadOf words of blame, or fatal blow—Let something good be said.
And so I charge ye by the thorny crown,And by the cross on which the Savior bled,And by your own soul’s hope of fair renown:Let something be good said.
Forget not grace, no sinner yetMay fall so low but Christ can lift his head,While cheeks of shame with tears are wet;Let something be good said.
No generous heart may turn asideTo deeds of love—if they in sin be dead,But may awaken glorified,If something good be said.
If cruel words embitter thee,Turn to the cross on Calvary, where saidThe Savior: “O forgive,” and seeThat something good be said.
Think gently of the erring one;O let us not forget,However darkly stained by sin,He is our brother yet!
Heir of the same inheritance,Child of the selfsame God,He hath but stumbled in the pathWe have in weakness trod.
Speak gently to the erring ones:We yet may lead them back,With holy words, and tones of love,From misery’s thorny track.
Forget not, brother, thou hast sinned,And sinful yet may’st be;Deal gently with the erring heart,As God has dealt with thee.