Live for something, be not idle
Look about thee for employ;
Sit not down to useless dreaming,
Labour is the sweetest joy.

Folded hands are ever weary,
Selfish hearts are never gay;
Life for thee hath many duties
Then be active while you may.

If we daily do our duty
With a singleness of aim
We shall see God’s wondrous beauty,
And shall magnify His name.

We may not be highly gifted,
May but fill a little space;
But the meek will be uplifted,
In the kingdom of his grace.

Scatter blessings in the pathway;
Gentle words and cheering smiles;
Better far than gold and silver,
With their grief dispelling wiles.

Hymn 112 from
The Christadelphian Sunday School Hymn Book

“She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.” Prov 31: 27

“My beloved brethren, be ye steadfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord.” 1 Cor 15:58