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Show THE SLIALL SWEET SERVICE. (C. E. Crispin.) From the rising to the setting of the sun. How many little, things we leave undone. With seitish aims or aspirations high. We're apt to pass the humbler service by. A little care, a little thought. A little deed in friendship wrought, A little word, if gently spoken. May ease a heart with pain nigh broken. A little earnest, cheerful work. To brighten gloom where shadows lurk; A little tender, pleading prayer. To help a soul from dark despair. A little heartfelt comfort given. When all seems lost for which we've striven, May cure the smart and heal the wound. Make life with new-born hope abound. Father, make us mindful of the littlo thinps. The small, sweet service that slowly, sweetly brings Thy erring children kneeling humbly at Thy feet. For 'tis the little thoughtful things that make our life complete. |