Keep Me in Touch with Thee

A dear lit­tle face looked up in­to mine

So wea­ry and worn and sad

As if it were plead­ing for one bright smile

To make the lit­tle heart glad.

But the smile was de­nied

the look had failed

To touch a ten­der chord

And all be­cause I was then out of touch

I was then out of touch with the Lord.

I met with a friend

she was tired and worn

So trou­bled with anx­ious care;

She showed on her face the trou­ble with­in

’Twas plain­ly writ­ten there

It might

had I stopped

have com­fort­ed her

To speak one plea­sant word

But I did not

be­cause I was then out of touch

I was then out of touch with the Lord.

A poor lit­tle work­er toiled hard one day

A glance at her would tell

She looked up at me

as much as to say

Is not my work done well?

A word of ap­prov­al might have been giv’n

That much I could af­ford

But I did not

be­cause I was then out of touch

I was then out of touch with the Lord.

A smile or a word

an en­cour­ag­ing look

What lit­tle things they seem;

How far they go

to make hap­pi­ness

Scarce any of us would dream.

Keep me

Lord

al­ways in touch with Thee

And fill me with grace di­vine

Let bless­ings flow un­to oth­ers from me

And re­ward

sweet re­ward will be mine.