A Beautiful LIfe

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.

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,
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.

The only life that will endure,
Is one that's kind and good and pure;
And so for God I'll take my stand,
Each day I'll lend a helping hand,
A helping hand.

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.

I'll help someone in time of need,
And journey on with rapid speed;
I'll help the sick and poor and weak,
And words of kindness to them speak,
Kind words I'll speak

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.
While going down life's weary road,

I'll try to lift some traveler's load;
I'll try to turn the night to day,
Make flowers bloom along the way,
The lonely way.

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.

Words & Music by William M. Golden, 1918