LITTLE GLEANERS.


We are a little gleaning band,

We cannot bind the sheaves,

But we can follow those who reap,

And gather what each leaves.

We are not strong; but Jesus loves

The weakest of the fold,

And in our feeble efforts proves

His tenderness untold.

We are not rich; but we can give,

As we are passing on,

A cup of water in His name

To some poor fainting one.

We are not wise; but Christ, our Lord,

Revealed to babes his will,

And we are, sure from his dear word

He loves his children still.

We know that with our gathered grain,

Briers and leaves are seen;

Yet, since we tried, he smiles the same,

And takes our offering.

Dear children, still hosannas sing,

As Christ doth conquering come,

E'en as he promises, to bring

His ransomed children home.




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