1 If ever Jesus has need of me,
Somewhere in the fields of sin,
I'll go where the darkest places be,
And let the sunshine in;
I'll be content with the lowliest place,
To earth's remotest rim,
I know I'll see His smiling face,
If it's done with a tho't of Him;
If it's done with a tho't of Him,
If it's done with a tho't of Him.
2 I'll fill each day with the little things,
As the passing moments fly;
The tendril, which to the great oak clings,
Grows strong as it climbs on high;
I'll trust my Lord, tho' I cannot see,
Nor let my faith grow dim;
He'll smile-and that's enough for me,
If it's done with a tho't of Him;
If it's done with a tho't of Him,
If it's done with a tho't of Him.
3 The lowliest deed will be reckoned great
In the book that the angels keep,
If it helps another along the road
That is often rough and steep.
A kindly word may let sunshine in,
Where life's rays are sadly dim;
And love can sin a soul for God
If it's done with a tho't of Him;
If it's done with a tho't of Him,
If it's done with a tho't of Him.
Source: The New Praiseworthy: for the Church and Sunday School #205
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