How many children now are stretched
Upon the bed of pain,
Where many weary, restless hours,
In sorrow they have lain.
How many children hungry are
With scarcely food to eat:
Who beg their humble, scanty store,
From those they chance to meet.
Yet here we are, in health and strength,
All satisfied with food;
How kind indeed is God to us—
How very, very good!
Oh, surely this, His goodness great
Should make us think of Him;
For we deserve not at His hands
The very least of them.
But more He gives us; greater love
The Lord to us has shown;
The greatest gift that He has given
Is His beloved Son.
And never can true thanks ascend
For aught that we receive,—
For health or daily food, unless
We in His name believe.
ML 06/15/1902