1 Scorn not the slightest word or deed,
Nor deem it void of power;
There’s fruit in each wind-wafted seed
That waits its natal hour.
Refrain:
Work on, work on,
Though small thy act may be,
Its power for good in time to come
Thy God alone can see.
2 A whispered word may touch the heart,
And call it back to life:
A look of love bid sin depart,
And still unholy strife. [Refrain]
3 No act falls fruitless; none can tell
How vast its power may be,
Nor what results infolded dwell
Within it silently. [Refrain]