Close to My Door

How kind is my heav­en­ly Fa­ther!

He touch­es my heart ev­ery day

With sweet­ness of love He has for me

A love I can nev­er re­pay.

A stream of the heav­en­ly wa­ter

Goes sing­ing along by my door;

I fill there my cup ev­ery morn­ing—

At ev­en­ing I lin­ger for more.

I nev­er shall wea­ry of liv­ing

While that stream runs close to my door

And sings of the far away fount­ains

Of love that my Lord has in store.