  Life’s morning hour is never quite complete If climbing upward at the break of day We fail to show to others, whom we meet, New glories found along the heavenly way. If by endeavor, step by step we take, And for another breathe a loving prayer And lead him up to see the morning break, We find a blessing as we journey there. The noon of life, when sunlight floods the skies, Is never quite so pleasing to our sight, As when we help a fallen brother rise And by his side direct his steps aright. The way grows brighter as we pass along, For not alone we seek the heights untried; A soul is breathing us a thankful song— The weary one is toiling by our side. The twilight of the life God gives us here Is never quite so filled with peace and rest As when we journey on with naught to fear, Tho’ sunset light is fading in the west. The night comes not to those who look above, For on the summit soon they all shall stand, Who leave the vale and seek the Father’s love, Which bids them welcome to the promised land. Thus by endeavor—step by step each day We climb above, where other feet have trod, And leading others up the heavenly way Find rest and day eternal with our God. |
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