As the day brings us the petty round of irritating duties, help us perform them with laughter and a kind face; give us to go blithely on our business.
My life goes on in endless song
above Earth's lamentations,
I hear the real, though far-off hymn
that hails a new creation.
Through all the tumult and the strife
I hear its music ringing,
It sounds an echo in my soul;
How can I keep from singing?