William Preston Johnston - Rev. B. M. Palmer, D. D. lyrics

FOR fourscore years he trod this mortal earth, Unsoiled by touch with all its devious ways; So good men loved his genius and his worth And freely gave him honest meed of praise; And thus he rounded out his length of days In usefulness and honor. So he became The guide of souls lost in life's tangled maze; But still his work was in his Master's name, Willing to bear for Him the cross of shame. With potent teaching his winged words went wide, Searching the hearts of men as with a flame; And as he told how Jesus lived and died, On seraph's pinions his rapt spirit soared And o'er the world its holy influence poured.