Text: | He liveth long who liveth well |
Author: | Dr. H. Bonar, 1808-1889 |
Tune: | ST. CRISPIN |
Composer: | Sir G. J. Elvey, 1816-1893 |
1 He liveth long who liveth well;
All else is being flung away;
He liveth longest who can tell
Of true things truly done each day.
2 Be what thou seemest; live thy creed;
Hold up to earth the torch divine;
Be what thou prayest to be made;
Let the great Master's steps be thine.
3 Fill up each hour with what will last;
Use well the moments as they go;
The life above, when this is past,
Is the ripe fruit of life below.
4 Sow truth, if thou the truth wouldst reap;
Who sows the false shall reap the vain;
Upright and sound thy conscience keep;
From hollow words and deeds refrain.
5 Sow love, and taste its fruitage pure;
Sow peace, and reap its harvest bright;
Sow sunbeams on the rock and moor,
And find a harvest-home of light.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | He liveth long who liveth well |
Author: | Dr. H. Bonar, 1808-1889 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1917 |
Topic: | Life: Its Opportunities; The Church and the Kingdom of God: Social Service; Opportunity |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | ST. CRISPIN |
Composer: | Sir G. J. Elvey, 1816-1893 |
Meter: | L.M. |
Key: | E♭ Major |