‘Twas spoken by the wayside,
A little, trembling word,
And, though ’twas but a whisper,
It did not fall unheard;
It bade the night of sorrow
From weeping eyes depart,
It made a burden lighter,
And healed a breaking heart.
‘Twas spoken by the wayside,
A little, trembling word,
And, though ’twas but a whisper,
It did not fall unheard.

‘Twas a spoken by the wayside,
Where many came and passed,
And, swiftly as an arrow,
It reached its mark at last;
‘Twas spoken by the wayside,
When evening shades were dim,
It told the love of Jesus,
And brought a soul to him.
‘Twas a spoken by the wayside,
Where many came and passed,
And, swiftly as an arrow,
It reached its mark at last.

Go, stand ye by the wayside,
And breathe in fervent prayer
A word of love and kindness,
‘Twill find an echo there.
Ye know not who may listen,
Or what that word may do;
But go in faith, believing
The Lord has work for you.
Go, stand ye by the wayside,
And breathe in fervent prayer
A word of love and kindness,
‘Twill find an echo there.