O the Good We All May Do

O the lit­tle deed of kind­ness

Like the lit­tle grains of sand

May re­strain life’s ma­ny trou­bles

As these ’gainst the ocean stand.

Going by

go­ing by

Going by

go­ing by

Precious souls will rise to bless us

While the days are go­ing by.

See the tears along the way­side

See the sor­row

sore dis­tress;

Many

ma­ny hearts are break­ing

Help to give the wea­ry rest.

We can cheer the weak

the faint­ing

If but words we have to give;

We can tell them of a Sav­ior

How He died that they might live!