Lord, I would own Thy tender care, And all Thy love to me; The food I eat, the clothes I wear, Are all bestowed by Thee.
’Tis Thou preservest me from death And dangers every hour; I cannot draw another breath Unless Thou give me power.
Kind angels guard me every night, As round my bed they stay: Nor am I absent from Thy sight In darkness or by day.
My health, and friends, and parents dear, To me by God are giv’n; I have not any blessing here But what is sent from Heav’n.
Such goodness, Lord, and constant care I never can repay; But may it be my daily prayer, To love Thee and obey.
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