When trouble comes your soul to try
You love the friend who just "stands by"
Perhaps there is nothing he can do
The thing is strictly up to you

For there are troubles all your own
And paths the soul must tread alone
Times when love cannot smooth the road
But just to know you have a friend

Who will "stand by" until the end
Whose sympathy through all endures.
Whose warm handclasp is always yours
It helps, someway to pull you through.
Although there's nothing he can do.

And so with fervent heart you cry.
God Bless the Friend who just "stands by"