“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.”

Chorus:
Singing, singing all the day,
“Give away, give away”;
Singing, singing all the day,
“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 flow’rs.
“I’ll raise the drooping heads again,
Give, oh, give; give, oh, give—
I’ll raise the drooping heads again
With refreshing summer show’rs.”

Give, then, as Jesus gives,
Give, oh! give, give, oh! give.
Give, then, as Jesus gives;
There is something all can give.
Do as the streams and blossoms do:
For God and others live.

Lyrics by Frances J. Crosby (1867)
Music by William B. Bradbury