WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad, How many poor I see! What shall I render to my God For all his gifts to me? Not more than others I deserve, Yet God hath given me more; For I have food, while others starve, Or beg from door to door. How many children in the street Half-naked I behold? While I am clothed from head to feet, And covered from the cold. While some poor wretches scarce can tell Where they may lay their head, I have a home wherein to dwell, And rest upon my bed. While others early learn to swear, And curse and lie and steal, Lord, I am taught thy name to fear, And do thy holy will. Are these thy favours day by day To me above the rest? Then let me love thee more than they, And try to serve thee best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADAM AND HIS FATHER by KAREN SWENSON SELF-REJECTED by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER CORN-LAW HYMN by EBENEZER ELLIOTT SONNET, WRITTEN IN JANUARY 1817 by JOHN KEATS CHARACTERS: SUSANNAH BARBAULD MARISSAL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |