1 Only a smile! yes, only a smile
That a woman o’erburdened with grief,
Expected from you, ’twould have giv’n her relief,
For her heart ached sore the while;
But weary and cheerless she went away,
Because as it happened that very day,
You were out of touch with your Lord.

2 Only a word! yes, only a word
That the Spirit’s small voice whispered speak;
The worker passed onward, tired, unblessed and weak,
Whom you were meant to stir
To courage, devotion, and love anew,
Because when the message came unto you,
You were out of touch with your Lord.

3 Only a note, yes, only a note
To a friend in a far distant land.
The Spirit said "Write," but you already had
Other work in view that day:
"It matters but little"—you did not know
A soul would be saved from sin and woe,
You were out of touch with your Lord.

4 Only a song! yes, only a song
That the Spirit said, "Sing tonight;
Thy voice is thy Master’s by blood purchased right";
But you thought, "Amid this throng
I care not to sing of the streets of gold,"
The heart you might have reached grew cold,
You were out of touch with your Lord.

5 Only a day! yes, only a day,
But oh! can you guess, my friend,
Where influence reaches, and where it will end
Of the hours you threw away?
The Master’s command is "Abide in Me,"
But fruitless and vain will your service be
If you’re out of touch with your Lord.