1 The sun may raise the grass to life,
The dew the drooping flow’r;
And eyes grow bright, and watch the light
Of Autumn’s opening hour;
But words that breathe of tenderness,
And smiles we know are true,
And warmer than the summer time,
And brighter than the dew.
Forward, O Christian forces,
Carry the Spirit’s sword,
Gather your vast resources,
Conquer the world for God.
2 It is not much the world can give,
With all its subtle art;
And gold and gems are not the things
To satisfy the heart;
But O! if those who cluster round
The altar and the hearth
Have gentle words and loving smiles,
How beautiful is earth.