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.