DO ALL THAT YOU CAN by Margaret E. Sangster

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Oct 24, 1895

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 21, No. 42.

DO ALL THAT YOU CAN.

By Margaret E. Sangster

“I can not do much,” said a little star, “To make this dark world bright; My silvery beams can not pierce far Into the gloom of night; Yet I am a part of God’s great plan, And so I will do the best that I can.”

“What can be the use,” said a fleecy cloud, “Of these few drops that I hold? They will hardly bend the lily proud If caught in her chalice of gold; But I, too, am part of God’s great plan, So my treasures I’ll give as well as I can.”

A child went merrily forth to play, But a thought like a silver thread Kept winding in and out all day Through the happy golden head— “Mother said, ‘Darling, do all that you can, For you are a part of God’s great plan.’”

She knew no more than the twinkling star, Or the cloud with its rain cup full, How, why, or for what all strange things are. She was only a child at school, But she thought, “‘Tis a part of God’s great plan That even I should do all that I can.”

So she helped another child along, When the way was rough to his feet, And she sang from her heart a little song That we all thought wondrous sweet; And her father—a weary, toil-worn man— Said, “I, too, will do the best that I can.”

—Margaret E. Sangster.