And strives to please him here below;
Whose life is governed by his Word,
Whose heart’s a spring whence love doth flow.
Mine be the friend who covets not
The wealth and honor of this earth;
Who scorns the joys so dearly bought,
And turns from noisy scenes of mirth.
Mine be the friend who feeds the poor,
The sick restores, the naked clothes;
Whose word is faithful, kind, and sure,