It’s the kindly hearts of earth that make
This good old world worthwhile.
It’s the lips with tender words that make
The care-erasing smile.
And I ask my soul this question when
My goodly gifts I see-
Am I a friend to as many men
As have been good friends to me?
When my brothers speak a word of praise
My wavering will to aid,
I ask if ever their long, long ways
My words have brighter made.
And to my heart I bring again
This eager, earnest plea-
Make me a friend to as many men
As are good, staunch friends to me.
Source: Bro. Nixon Waterman
This good old world worthwhile.
It’s the lips with tender words that make
The care-erasing smile.
And I ask my soul this question when
My goodly gifts I see-
Am I a friend to as many men
As have been good friends to me?
When my brothers speak a word of praise
My wavering will to aid,
I ask if ever their long, long ways
My words have brighter made.
And to my heart I bring again
This eager, earnest plea-
Make me a friend to as many men
As are good, staunch friends to me.
Source: Bro. Nixon Waterman