God gives us each but one short day- The time that we call life- To waste or cherish as we will, To spend in peace or strife.

One little day in which to do, Or else to leave undone The work He gives us, We must leave It all at set of sun,

But one brief day in which to learn That we are not our own; That a day’s sweetest pleasure Is to hush another’s moan.

That life of selfish living Brings no blessed eventide, While life of loving service Finds deep joy on every side.

But one brief day; oh, help me, Lord, To use it as I should! Help me, for others, in that day To do some little good,

And when at twlight cool and dim I hear Thy gentle call, Dear Lord, forgive me, if for thee I have not given You all.