Lord, let me do the little things
Which may fall to my lot;
Those little inconspicuous ones
By others oft forgot.
If, like the Master, I can give
Myself for those I love.
Rich joy and peace shall come to me,
Sweet rest in heaven above.
I know not when the day shall close;
But when life's curfew rings,
I want my Lord to find me then
Still doing little things.
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