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.
Source: Methodist Hymn and Tune Book: official hymn book of the Methodist Church #362
First Line: | He liveth long who liveth well |
Author: | Horatius Bonar |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |