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In the years that are coming, Be they many or be they few, What work is the good God sending For this little hand to do? Will it always be open in giving, And always strong for the right? Will it always be ready for labor, Yet always gentle and light? Will it wield the brush or the chisel In the magical realms of Art? Will it waken the loveliest music To gladden the weary heart? Will it smooth the sufferer's pillow, Bring rest to his aching head? Will it proffer the cup of cold water? By it shall the hungry be fed? Oh! in the years that are coming, Be they many or be they few, What now is the good God sending For this little hand to do?