If Ever Jesus Has Need Of Me


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.

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.

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.