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Little Deeds Of Kindness

Author: Frances Jane (Fanny) Crosby Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #11246 First Line: Suppose the little cowslip Lyrics: 1 Suppose the little cowslip Should hang its golden cup, And say, "I’m such a tiny flower, I’d better not grow up!" How many a weary traveler Would miss the fragrant smell, How many a little child would grieve To lose it from the dell. How many a little child would grieve To lose it, to lose it, To lose it from the dell. 2 Suppose the glistening dew drop Upon the grass, should say, "What can a little dew drop do? I’d better roll away!" The blade on which it rested, Before the day was done, Without a drop to moisten it, Would wither in the sun. Without a drop to moisten it, Would wither, would wither, Would wither in the sun. 3 Suppose the little breezes, Upon a summer’s day, Should think themselves too small to cool The traveler on his way; Who would not miss the smallest And softest ones that blow, And think they made a great mistake In talking ever so, And think they made a great mistake In talking, in talking, In talking ever so. 4 How many deeds of kindness A little child may do, Although it has so little strength, And little wisdom, too. It wants a loving spirit, Much more than strength, to prove How many things a child may do, For others by his love. How many things a child may do, For others, for others, For others by his love. Languages: English Tune Title: [Suppose the little cowslip]

"And a little child shall lead them"

Hymnal: The Morning Stars Sang Together #36 (1897) First Line: Suppose the little cowslip Lyrics: 1 Suppose the little cowslip Should hang its pretty golden cup, And say, "I’m such a tiny flower, I’d better not grow up!" How many a weary traveller Would miss its pure and fragrant smell; How many a little child would grieve To lose it from the dell! 2 Suppose the glistening dewdrop Upon the waving grass, should say, "What can a little dewdrop do? I’d better roll away." The blade on which its coolness stayed, Before the summer day was done, Without a drop to moisten it, Would wither in the sun. 3 How many deeds of kindness Each one of us may always do, Although we have so little strength, And little wisdom too! We want a kind and loving heart, Much more than greater strength to prove How many things we all may do, For others, by our love. Tune Title: [Suppose the little cowslip]