ਦੁੱਖ ਸੁੱਖ ਹੱਸ ਕੇ ਸਹਿਣਾ ਸਿੱਖਣਾ ਮੇ ਦਾਤਾ
ਰਜਾ ਤੇਰੀ ਵਿਚ ਰਹਿਣਾ ਸਿੱਖਣਾ ਮੈ ਦਾਤਾ
ਆਪਨੀ ਨਿੰਦਿਆ ਨੂੰ ਹੀ ਸਿਫਤ ਜਾਣਾ ਮੈ
ਕਦੇ ਨਾ ਆਕੜ ਵਾਲੀ ਜਾਤ ਪਛਾਣਾ ਮੈ
ਬੁਰੇ ਨੂੰ ਚੰਗਾ ਕਹਿਣਾ ਸਿਖਣਾ ਮੈ ਦਾਤਾ
ਅੰਬਰੀ ਉਡਦੀ ਭੁੱਲੇ ਨਾ ਅੌਕਾਤ ਮੇਰੀ
ਯਾਦ ਰਹੇ ਕੇ ਮਿੱਟੀ ਹੀ ਏ ਜਾਤ ਮੇਰੀ
ਸੱਚ ਦੇ ਅੱਗੇ ਢਹਿਣਾ ਸਿੱਖਣਾ ਮੈ ਦਾਤਾ

ਦੁੱਖ ਸੁੱਖ ਹੱਸ ਕੇ ਸਹਿਣਾ ਸਿੱਖਣਾ ਮੇ ਦਾਤਾ
ਰਜਾ ਤੇਰੀ ਵਿਚ ਰਹਿਣਾ ਸਿੱਖਣਾ ਮੈ ਦਾਤਾ.............

The moss grows soft on any tree
Where sunlight wanes and moisture clings.
Conditions there are right, you see
For moss to grow in tender spring.

Now, I'm unlike that old tree
Which is stuck and grows in that spot.
I move around, free as can be,
And turn my back to cold or hot.

I'll use this life I'm given...
Won't be so still that moss can grow.
Ere troubles come while I'm liv'in,
I'll seek the Son with heart aglow.

I'll keep on pressing toward the mark...
Won't hide talents in the attic.
To other lives I'll send a spark
'Cause life in Him is not static!

There is a journey we must make-

Along this road called life-

It all began the very day-

When first we started life.


For some the road is long and easy-

For others it is not-

So many side roads we can take-

Its easy to get lost.


The side roads we take along the way-

Oft hold our destiny-

One road can bring us joy of life-

The other only strife.


Some roads are marked "all clear ahead"-

Some say "beware of rocks"-

Proceed only if you dare-

Maybe safe, but maybe not.


The life we lead, along the way-

Depends on the road we choose--

Carefully choose the road you take-

One day it may be too late.

This is my prayer to thee, my lord---strike,
strike at the root of penury in my heart.

Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows.


Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service.

Give me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees before insolent might.

Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles.

And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love.