Her eyes are the window of a soul
Where only the white thoughts spring
And they look, as the eyes of the angels look,
For the good in everything

Her lips can whisper the tenderest words
That weary and worn can hear
Can tell of the dawn of a better morn
Till only the cowards fear

Her hands can lift up the fallen
From an overthrow complete
Can take a soul from the bottom of sin
And lead it to christ's dear feet

And she can walk wherever she will
She walketh never alone
The work she does is the master's
And god gaurds his own