The Voice of Truth

1 My days of youth, tho' not from folly free,
I prize the truth, the more the world I see;
I'll keep the straight and narrow path,
And lead where'er it may.
The voice of truth I'll follow and obey,

2 My footsteps lead, O truth, and mold my will,
In word and deed, my duty to fulfill,
Dishonest acts and selfish alms
To truth can ne'er belong,
No deed of mine shall be a deed of wrong.

3 The strength of youth, we see it soon decay,
But strong is truth, and stronger every day;
Though falsehood seem a mighty power,
Which we in vain assail,
The power of truth will in the end prevail.

Source: Linden Harp: a rare collection of popular melodies adapted to sacred and moral songs, original and selected. Illustrated. Also a manual of... #42