1 ’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.

2 ’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.

3 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.