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GIVE
Whether 'tis naught, whether 'tis more,
Whether you're rich, whether you're poor,
There's hardly a thing that's left in life
But daily worry, hourly strife.
Yet there's a hope, and I believe
That in privation we must give,
If we would gain the rich reward
Of victory after working hard.
It may be less, it may be more,—
Give just according to our store.
The great, high Judge, in weights of men
Knows what you've done, and how and when,
It matters little what men think;
Water of Life is for you to drink.
So when you're tired and sore oppressed,
Then give, and gain your needed rest.
Whether you're rich, whether you're poor,
There's hardly a thing that's left in life
But daily worry, hourly strife.
Yet there's a hope, and I believe
That in privation we must give,
If we would gain the rich reward
Of victory after working hard.
It may be less, it may be more,—
Give just according to our store.
The great, high Judge, in weights of men
Knows what you've done, and how and when,
It matters little what men think;
Water of Life is for you to drink.
So when you're tired and sore oppressed,
Then give, and gain your needed rest.