When you're hands are growing shaky,
And your hair is growing grey,
And your eyes are growing dimmer,
As the swift years pass away;
When the flowers of life are fading,
And your heart is sad the while,
Still, life is worth the living,
Greet each morrow with a smile.

When your friends are fast departing,
And the dearest ones have gone,
And you feel you’ll soon be living
In the wide, wide world alone;
Don’t waste your time repining,
But mingle with the throng,
For life is still worth living,
So sing a cheery song.

When those for whom you’ve laboured,
Sting your soul with grief and pain;
And something seems to tell you
That you’ve spent your life in vain;
Strive on and be not tempted
From the good work you’ve begun;
Remember God keeps records of
All the noble work that’s done.

If you’ve laboured in life’s spring-time
‘Midst the sunshine and the rain,
The autumn will not fail to bring
The fruitage and the grain;
Though the harvest may not come to you
On this side of the grave;
Still the world will be the richer
For the labour which you gave.