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