Only an act of kindness
That you, little child, may show,
While seeking to please the Saviour,
And more like Himself to grow.
Only a feeble effort
To lighten the heavy load
Of some weary, wayworn traveler,
While wending his toilsome road.
Only a word for Jesus,
Only a whispered prayer,
Seeking His help and blessing,
Is heard by our Lord up there.
Only a glimpse of sunshine
That you, little child, may shed,
To brighten a path of sorrow
Where others may fear to tread.
Only some self-denial,
Attended, perhaps, with pain,
But all that is loss at present
Will someday be richest gain.
Only a word for Jesus
That you, little child, may speak;
A word that will reach some sinner
Whom Jesus once came to seek.
Only a little patience
When somebody does you wrong,
For Jesus will judge offenses,
Dear child, it will not be long.
Only a little service
While seeking to live for God
Mid darkness, and sin, and sorrow,
Where Jesus, Himself, once trod.
Only a little waiting,
Dear child, let your light shine bright,
For Jesus will come and take you
To glory, and love, and light.