When you see a blind man
Don't walk on by
When you see a lame man
Don't walk on by
When you see a drunkard
Don't walk on
When you see a victim
Don't victimize

We got to reach out
Come on out of the night
Be the people of light, the people of light

We can feel the pain of a hungry child
We can see dispair in a mother's eyes
We can you see the refugees on the nightly news
From the comfort of our couches and our padded pews

We got to reach out
Come on out of the night
Be the people of light, the people of light

He is the hungry
Don't walk on by
He is the thristy
Don't walk on by
He is the stranger
Don't walk on
He is the naked
You can't walk on by
He is the wounded
Don't walk on
He is the prisoner
Don't walk on by
He is the least
Don't walk on
He is the least of these
Don't you walk on by