A Little Word

’Twas spok­en by the way­side

A lit­tle

trem­bling word

And

though ’twas but a whis­per

It did not fall un­heard.

It bade the night of sor­row

From weep­ing eyes de­part

It made a bur­den light­er

And healed a break­ing heart.

’Twas spok­en by the way­side

A lit­tle

trem­bling word

And

though ’twas but a whis­per

It did not fall un­heard.

’Twas spok­en by the way­side

Where ma­ny came and passed

And

swift­ly as an ar­row

It reached its mark at last;

’Twas spok­en by the way­side

When ev­en­ing shades were dim

It told the love of Je­sus

And brought a soul to Him.

’Twas spok­en by the way­side

Where ma­ny came and passed

And

swift­ly as an ar­row

It reached its mark at last.

Go

stand ye by the way­side

And breathe in fer­vent pray­er

A word of love and kind­ness

’Twill find an ec­ho there.

Ye know not who may list­en

Or what that word may do;

But go in faith

be­liev­ing

The Lord has work for you.

Go

stand ye by the way­side

And breathe in fer­vent pray­er

A word of love and kind­ness

’Twill find an ec­ho there.