This is a lovely hymn whose high standard I hope to one day reach.
Beautiful faces are those that wear,
It matters little, if dark or fair,
Whole-souled honesty printed there, honesty printed there.
Beautiful eyes are those that show
Like crystal panes where the hearthfires glow,
Beautiful thoughts that burn below, thoughts that burn below.
Beautiful faces are those that bless,
Sweet, silent rivers of happiness,
Whose hidden fountains but few may guess,
Whose fountains but few may guess.
Beautiful, beautiful lives,
Beautiful, beautiful lives.
Beautiful lips are those whose words
Leap from the heart, like songs of birds,
Yet whose utterance prudence girds, utterance prudence girds.
Beautiful hands are those that do
Work that’s earnest and brave and true,
Moment by moment the long day thro’, the long day thro’.
Beautiful feet are those that go
On His kind ministry to and fro,
Down lowliest ways if God wills it so, if God wills it so.
Beautiful shoulders are those that bear
Ceaseless burdens of homely care,
With patient grace and daily pray’r, with grace and daily prayer.
T. Martin Towne