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!
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