Live for something, have a purpose,
And that purpose keep in view;
Drifting like a helmless vessel,
Thou canst ne'er to life be true.
Half the wrecks that strew life's ocean,
If some star had been their guide,
Might have now been riding safely,
But they drifted with the tide.
Live for something, and live earnest,
Though the work may humble be,
By the world of men unnoticed,
Known alone to God and thee.
Every act has priceless value
To the architect of fate;
'Tis the spirit of thy doing
That alone will make it great.
Live for something—God and angels
Are thy watchers in the strife,
And above the smoke and conflict
Gleams the victor's crown of life.
Live for something; God has given
Freely of his stores divine;
Richest gifts of earth and heaven,
If thou willest, may be thine.