Each day I’ll do a golden deed,
By helping those who are in need;
My life on earth is but a span,
And so I’ll do the best I can.

To be a child of God each day,
My light must shine along the way;
I’ll sing His praise while ages roll,
And strive to help some troubled soul.

Life’s evening sun is sinking low,
A few more days, and I must go,
To meet the deeds that I have done,
Where there will be no setting sun.

- From the hymn, A Beautiful Life