IT IS NOT THE DEED WE DO

    IT is not the deed we do.

Though the deed be ever so fair,

But the love that the dear Lord looketh for,

Hidden with holy care

In the heart of the deed so fair.

The love is the priceless thing,

The treasure our treasure must hold;

Or ever the Lord will take the gift, 

Or tell the worth of the gold

   By the love that cannot be told.

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