1 As the rosy beams descending
Bring a cheerful light to all;
So, our loving words of kindness
Scatter smiles where’er they fall.
Chorus:
They are treasures, golden treasures,
Making brighter all our pleasures;
Thy are seed whose fruit will grow;
Let them fall where’er they go.
2 Like the early dew of morning;
Like the balmy, summer rain;
Loving words refresh the spirit,
Fill the heart with joy again. [Chorus]
3 Loving words are strains of music,
Dearly prized and treasured long;
Like the echoed tones that linger,
When the bird has ceased its song. [Chorus]