1 You are writing your own book of life,
Day by day a record foul or fair;
When at last your work is done,
You must face the judgment throne;
Then the books will all be opened over there.
Oh! the books will be opened, my brother,
You'll be judged by your own, not another;
Then my brother, O beware,
Write your record with great care,
For the books will all be opened over there.
2 You are writing down the tho'ts you think,
You are writing down the deeds you do;
You are writing ev'ry word,
Whether spoken or unheard;
And in judgment they will all be brought to view. [Chorus]
3 What is written once cannot be changed,
But forever must remain the same:
Oh! how great should be your care,
That you make that record fair,
In that book which you are writing in your name. [Chorus]
4 There is just one way to write it true,
Just one way to make your record clear--
Pen each sentence and each word
In the name of Christ the Lord;
Then your open book you'll never, never fear. [Chorus]
Charles Millard Fillmore, 1860-1952
Born: July 15, 1860, Paris, Illinois.
Died: September 17, 1952, Indianapolis, Indiana.
Fillmore won a music scholarship at the Cincinnati College of Music, then taught for a year at Bath Seminary in Owingsville, Kentucky. He then traveled for about a year and taught singing classes in various parts of America. He then went for additional music studies in Cincinnati, Ohio. He studied for the ministry at Butler University in Indianapolis, Indiana, graduating in 1890. He pastored in Lafayette, Indiana; Shelbyville, Indiana; was "State Evangelist" (for on… Go to person page >