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God intrusts to all,
Talents few and many ;
None so young and small
That they have not any.
Though the great and wise
Have a greater number ;
Yet my one I prize,
And it must not slumber.
God will surely ask,
Ere I enter heaven,
Have I done the task
Which to me was given?
Little drops of rain
Bring the springing flowers,
And I may attain
Much by little powers.
Every little mite,
Every little measure,
Helps to spread the light,
Helps to swell the treasure.
God intrusts to all,
Talents few and many ;
None so young or small
That they have not any.
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LYRICS
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5 6 5 6 D
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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