美好不消逝

The pure.the brightthe beautiful

That stirred our hearts in youth The impulses to wordless prayer The dreams of love and truth; The longing after something\'s lost The spirit\'s yearning cry The striving after better hopesThese things can never die. The timid hand stretched forth to aid A brother in his need A kindly word in grief\'s dark hour That proves a friend indeed ; The plea for mercy softly breathed When justice threatens nigh The sorrow of a contrite heartThese things shall never die. Let nothing pass for every hand Must find some work to do ;Lose not a chance to waken loveBe firmand just and true; So shall a light that cannot fade Beam on thee from on high.And angel voices say to theeThese things shall never die.