SONG OF THE SPIRITAll the aim of life is justGetting back to God.Spirit casting off its dust,Getting back to God.Every grief we have to bearDisappointment, cross, despairEach is but another stairClimbing back to God.Step by step and mile by mile—Getting back to God;Nothing else is worth the while—Getting back to God.Light and shadow fill each dayJoys and sorrows pass away,Smile at all, and smiling, say,Getting back to God.Do not wear a mournful faceGetting back to God;Scatter sunshine on the placeGoing back to God;Take what pleasure you can find,But where’er your paths may wind.Keep the purpose well in mind,—Getting back to God.
All the aim of life is justGetting back to God.Spirit casting off its dust,Getting back to God.Every grief we have to bearDisappointment, cross, despairEach is but another stairClimbing back to God.
Step by step and mile by mile—Getting back to God;Nothing else is worth the while—Getting back to God.Light and shadow fill each dayJoys and sorrows pass away,Smile at all, and smiling, say,Getting back to God.
Do not wear a mournful faceGetting back to God;Scatter sunshine on the placeGoing back to God;Take what pleasure you can find,But where’er your paths may wind.Keep the purpose well in mind,—Getting back to God.