OF all we meet in life's great stream,
There's but one here and there
Who treasure most the better things ;
Each man to self most tightly clings,
For self he toils, for self he sings,
Except one here, one there.

The world would be a desolate place,
But for one here and there,
Whose heart with self hath not been filled,
Whose love for God hath not been killed,
Whose thankful praise hath not been stilled ;
There's one such here and there.

And this hath been the Lord's wise will,
To find one here, one there,
Who counting earthly gain but dross,
Would daily take the Chrisitian's cross,
E'en at the risk of any loss : -
God finds one here and there.

'Tis not the numbers that He seeks,
But just one here, one there ;
He seeks not souls, but jewels fair,
For those who will His suff'ring share,
And for His sake reproaches bear ;
They're few; one here, one there !

But oh! The grandeur of the work
For this one here and there,
To join in lifting up our race,
To wipe away of sin each trace,
To make of earth a perfect place,
Put glory everywhere !