1 Life is a book with its pages fair,
Deeds are the words that are written there,
Always we write as the moments fly,
What will be the record bye and bye?
Tho’ts are the seeds which will grow to deeds,
Let us guard our ev’ry thought with care,
That each page we may write shall be fair and bright
And the Master’s approval bear.
2 Morn after morn is a page begun,
Turn we the page when the day is done,
Others are reading, or foul or fair,
Ev’ry little word that’s written there. [Refrain]
3 What we may write none can e’er erase,
This in eternity we must face,
So let us write on our pages new
Deeds that will be strong and brave and true. [Refrain]Source: The Excelsior Hymnal #51