What Can I Do?

If you can­not cross the ocean

And the hea­then lands ex­plore

You may find the hea­then near­er

You may help them at your door;

If you can­not give your thou­sands

You can give the wi­dow’s mite;

And the least you do for Je­sus

Will be pre­cious in His sight.

If you can­not sing like an­gels

If you can­not preach like Paul

You can tell the love of Je­sus

You can say

He died for all;

If you can­not rouse the wick­ed

With the judg­ment’s dread alarms

You can lead the lit­tle child­ren

To the Sav­ior’s wait­ing arms.

Let none hear you id­ly say­ing

There is no­thing I can do

While the souls of men are dy­ing

And the Mas­ter calls for you:

Take the task He gives you glad­ly

Let His work your plea­sure be;

Answer quick­ly when He call­eth

Here I am

send me

send me.