Hymn 303

From The Christian Science Hymnal, 1932 edition

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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.

No act falls fruitless; none can tell
How vast its power may be
Nor what results enfolded dwell
Within it silently.

A whispered word may touch the heart
And call it back to life;
A look of love bid sin depart
And still unholy strife.

Work and despair not; bring thy mite,
Nor care how small it be;
God is with all that serve the right,
The holy, true, and free.