For ever be honest and true.
The sun in the heavens is shining,
Though clouds may oft gather below,
Each one has a silvery lining,
And rains down a gift as I go.
The streamlet runs clear o’er the gravel,
The breezes blow pure o’er the lea;
Just so in my course would I travel,
With Jesus to journey with me.
I want neither honour nor riches,