XV. “I HAVE A HOME, A HAPPY HOME!”

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. 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!