“Give,” Said The Little Stream,
“Give, Oh, Give; Give, Oh, Give.”
“Give,” Said The Little Stream,
As It Hurried Down The Hill.
“I’m Small, I Know, But Wherever I Go,
Give, Oh, Give; Give, Oh, Give—
I’m Small, I Know, But Wherever I Go,
The Fields Grow Greener Still.”

Singing, Singing On Your Way,
“Give Away, Give Away”;
Singing, Singing On Your Way,
“Give, Oh, Give Away.”

“Give,” Said The Little Rain,
“Give, Oh, Give; Give, Oh, Give.”
“Give,” Said The Little Rain,
As It Fell Upon The Flowers.
“I’ll Raise The Drooping Heads Again,
Give, Oh, Give; Give, Oh, Give—
I’ll Raise The Drooping Heads Again
With Refreshing Summer Showers.”

“Give,” Said The Violet Sweet,
“Give, Oh, Give; Give, Oh, Give.”
“Give,” Said The Violet Sweet,
In Its Gentle, Spring-Like Voice.
“From Cot And Hall They Will Hear My Call,
Give, Oh, Give; Give, Oh, Give—
From Cot And Hall They Will Hear My Call,
They Will Find Me And Rejoice.”

“Give,” Said The Savior Dear,
“Give, Oh, Give; Give, Oh, Give.”
“Give,” Said The Savior Dear;
“For Your Blessings Come From Heaven.”
More Joy Is Ours As Our Gifts We Share,
Give, Oh, Give; Give, Oh, Give—
More Joy Is Ours As Our Gifts We Share,
And Give As God Has Given.

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