A Happy Home
I HAVE a home, a happy home,
And friends who love me, there;
With daily bread I still am fed,
Still have 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?
While some are blind, or deaf, or lame,
I hear the sweet birds sing,
Can bound along with joyful song,
Can watch the flowers of spring;
No wasting pain my eye to dim,
From want and sickness free,
How shall I show my love to Him
Who shows such love to 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 for Him
Who lived and died for me.
Child's Companion.
