1 Fading away, like the dew of the morning,
Soaring from earth to its home in the sun;
Thus would I pass from the earth and its toiling,
Only remembered by what I have done.

Chorus:
Only remembered, only remembered,
Only remembered by what I have done,
Only remembered, only remembered,
Only remembered by what I have done.

2 Shall I be missed if another succeed me,
Reaping the fields I in spring-time have sown?
No, for the sowers may pass from his labors,
Only remembered by what he has done. [Chorus]

3 Oh, when the Saviour shall make up his jewels,
When the bright crowns of rejoicing are won,
Then will his faithful and weary disciples
All be remembered for what they have done. [Chorus]