When First I Looked Upon The Face Of Pain I Shrank Repelled, As One Shrinks From A Foe Who Stands With Dagger Poised, As For A Blow. I Was In Search Of Pleasure And Of Gain; I Turned Aside To Let Him Pass: In Vain; He Looked Straight In My Eyes And Would Not Go. "Shake Hands," He Said; "Our Paths Are One, And So We Must Be Comrades On The Way, 'Tis Plain." I Felt The Firm Clasp Of His Hand On Mine; Through All My Veins It Sent A Strengthening Glow. I Straightway Linked My Arm In His, And Lo! He Led Me Forth To Joys Almost Divine; With God'S Great Truths Enriched Me In The End: And Now I Hold Him As My Dearest Friend.