Hymns (1948, 1979), no. 116
Nay, Speak No Ill

1. Nay, speak no ill; a kindly word Can never leave a sting behind; And, oh, to breathe each tale we’ve heard Is far beneath a noble mind. Full oft a better seed is sown By choosing thus the kinder plan, For, if but little good is known, Still let us speak the best we can.

2. Give me the heart that fain would hide, Would fain another’s faults efface. How can it please the human pride To prove humanity but base? No, let us reach a higher mood, A nobler estimate of man; Be earnest in the search for good And speak of all the best we can.

3. Then speak no ill, but lenient be To other’s failings as your own. If you’re the first a fault to see, Be not the first to make it known, For life is but a passing day; No lip may tell how brief its span; Then, O the little time we stay, Let’s speak of all the best we can.