Service To Man
You may grow to great riches and glory
You may toil for yourself through the day
You may write in your record the story
The struggles you have met on the way
But vain is the fame that you boast of
And wasted the years you can scan
Your strength you have not made the most of
If you’ve rendered no service to man
If something of you isn’t living
Long after your spirit has fled
If your hand ceases toiling and giving
The minute your body is dead
You have quitted this world as a debtor
And failed in the Infinite Plan
If you leave not one roadway that’s better
You have rendered no service to man!
