OUR minds were made to search the deeps
Of Truth’s clear-flowing stream;
Our feet to scale the rugged steeps
Of faith and hope and dream;
Our hands to toil and serve and lift,
To help and heal and bless;
Our hearts to bring the priceless gift
Of love and tenderness.
Our lives were made to struggle on,
The upward path to plod;
Our souls to catch the glint of dawn
From the white throne of God;
Our lips the helpful word to speak,
The tender song to sing;
Our eyes to search the world and seek
The good in everything.