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.