Lord, I Would Own Thy Tender Care

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.