The fear of the lord ıs the begınnıng of wısdom. Prov. İx. 10
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.
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!
