Only a drop in the bucket,
⁠But every drop will tell;
The bucket would soon be empty
⁠Without the drops in the well.

Only a poor little penny,
⁠It was all I had to give;
But as pennies make the guineas,
⁠It may help some cause to live.

A few little bits of ribbon
⁠And some toys — they were not new;
But they made the sick child happy,
⁠Which has made me happy, too.

Only some outgrown garments —
⁠They were all I had to spare;
But they'll help to clothe the needy,
⁠And the poor are everywhere.

A word now and then of comfort,
⁠That cost me nothing to say;
But the poor old man died happy,
⁠And it helped him on the way.

God loveth the cheerful giver,
⁠Though the gift be poor and small;
What doth he think of his children
⁠When they never give at all?