1 Long ago the lips of Jesus
Let sweet words of sanction fall,
When he looked and saw a widow
Casting in her gift, tho’ small.
And he now can see our off’rings,
And behold the widow’s mite;
He’ll reward each self-denial,
Every sacrifice requite.
Then remember the widow’s mite,
Oh, remember the widow’s mite;
For the way you live, the way you give,
Will tell in eternity’s light.
2 When the woman poured the ointment
On the Savior’s head one night,
Highly did her Lord commend her,
Saying she had done the right.
He that gives a cup of water
To the thirsty, saith the Lord,
In the name of a disciple
Shall receive a blest reward. [Refrain]
3 We shall reap a bounteous harvest
If abundantly we sow;
Jesus loves the cheerful give,
Thus our gratitude we show.
Freely unto us he giveth
All the blessings we receive;
If we prove we truly love him,
Others may on him believe. [Refrain]
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