These Things Shall Never Die

The pure， the bright， the beautiful， That stirred our hearts in youth， The impulses to wordless prayer， The dreams of love and truth; The longing after something's lost， The spirit's yearning cry，The striving after better hopes- These things can never die。

The timid hand stretched forth to aid ,A brother in his need，A kindly word in grief's dark hour That proves a friend indeed; The plea for mercy softly breathed， When justice threatens nigh， The sorrow of a contrite heart- These things shall never die。

Let nothing pass for every hand, Must find some work to do; Lose not a chance to waken love- Be firm， and just， and true; So shall a light that cannot fade, Beam on thee from on high。And angel voices say to thee--- These things shall never die。