1 Life is real, life is earnest,
And the grave is not its goal;
“Dust thou art, to dust returnest,”
Was not spoken of the soul.
2 Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Find us farther than today.
3 Lives of good men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime;
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
4 Footprints that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
Some forlorn and ship-wrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
5 Let us then be up and doing,
Nor our onward course abate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
Source: Sunday School Voices: a collection of sacred songs #190