1 A dear little face looked up into mine,
So weary and worn and sad,
As if it were pleading for one bright smile,
To make the little heart glad.
But the smile was denied,
The look had failed
To touch a tender chord,
And all because I was then out of touch,
I was then out of touch with the Lord.

2 I met with a friend, she was tired and worn,
So troubled with anxious care;
She showed on her face the trouble within,
’Twas plainly written there,
It might, had I stopped, have comforted her,
To speak one pleasant word,
But I did not, because I was then out of touch,
I was then out of touch with the Lord.

3 A poor little worker toiled hard one day,
A glance at her would tell,
She looked up at me, as much as to say,
Is not my work done well?
A word of approval might have been giv’n,
That much I could afford,
But I did not, because I was then out of touch,
I was then out of touch with the Lord.

4 A smile or a word, an encouraging look,
What little things they seem;
How far they go, to make happiness,
Scarce any of us would dream.
Keep me, Lord, always in touch with Thee,
And fill me with grace divine,
Let blessings flow unto others from me,
And reward, sweet reward will be mine.