’Twas spok­en by the way­side,
A lit­tle, trem­bling word,
And, though ’twas but a whis­per,
It did not fall un­heard.
It bade the night of sor­row
From weep­ing eyes de­part,
It made a bur­den light­er,
And healed a break­ing heart.
’Twas spok­en by the way­side,
A lit­tle, trem­bling word,
And, though ’twas but a whis­per,
It did not fall un­heard.

’Twas spok­en by the way­side,
Where ma­ny came and passed,
And, swift­ly as an arrow,
It reached its mark at last;
’Twas spok­en by the way­side,
When ev­en­ing shades were dim,
It told the love of Je­sus,
And brought a soul to Him.
’Twas spok­en by the way­side,
Where ma­ny came and passed,
And, swift­ly as an ar­row,
It reached its mark at last.

Go, stand ye by the way­side,
And breathe in fer­vent pray­er
A word of love and kind­ness,
’Twill find an ec­ho there.
Ye know not who may list­en,
Or what that word may do;
But go in faith, be­liev­ing
The Lord has work for you.
Go, stand ye by the way­side,
And breathe in fer­vent pray­er
A word of love and kind­ness,
’Twill find an ec­ho there.