i
have a home, a happy home,
and friends to love me there;
with daily bread
i still am fed,
have still warm clothes to wear;
i’ve health and strength in every limb,—
how grateful should i be!
how shall i show my love to him
who shows such love to me!
many are blind, or deaf, or lame,—
i hear the sweet birds sing,
can bound along
with joyful song,
can watch the flowers of spring.
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no wasting pain my eye to dim,
from want and sickness free;
how shall i show my love to him
who shows such love for me!
and blessings greater still than these
a gracious god has given,—
the precious word
of christ our lord,
to guide my feet to heaven.
among the shining cherubim
i trust my home shall be;
how shall i show my love to him
who shows such love to me!
my god! i am a feeble child,
oh, teach me to obey;
with humble fear
to serve thee here,
to watch, and praise, and pray!
my love is weak, my faith is dim,
but grace i ask from thee,
that i may prove my love to him
who loved and died for me!
the end