1 Lord, how well do I know I'll have little to show
When this long toilsome journey is thru;
Just a form that is bent from the years I have spent,
Will it do, precious Lord, will it do?
Refrain:
Will it do when I come to the end of the way,
My trophies are few, but Lord I can say
That I've tried to be honest and I've tried to be true,
Will it do, precious Lord, will it do?
2 Oft my grief, oft my care seem too heavy to bear
And my friends may be counted as few;
If my heart still is right when I stand in Thy sight,
Will it do, precious Lord, will it do? [Refrain]
3 Will my two weary feet and my work-hardened hands
Be enough when I pass in review;
If I work, if I pray till the end of the way,
Will it do, precious Lord, will it do? [Refrain]
Source: Melodies of Love #113