Cruel is the wound we give,
Deep the harm our souls receive,
By a word of heedless blame
Cast upon an honest name;
Judge not each other, judge not each other,
Judge not each other, the Savior tells us so.
If no one would make complaint,
Till he were himself a saint,
Love would swiftly speed our way,
Onward to a brighter day,
Speak ever kindly, speak ever kindly,
Speak ever kindly, the Savior tells us so.
If in cruel haste we speak
Of the erring and the weak,
We may feel the sting in turn,
Till our own hearts ache and burn
Measure for measure, measure for measure,
Measure for measure, The Savior tells us so.
If with loving hearts we call
On the Father over all,
He will hear each earnest prayer,
He will make our cause His care,
God hears His children, God hears His children,
God hears His children, the Savior tells us so.
Florence McCarthy/E.B. Smith