By daily labour, daily food.
The seeing eye, the skilful hand,
The powerful arm, are gifts from Thee;
Thou for our comfort all hast planned,
Used to Thy glory all should be.
When Thou didst come to visit man,
A lowly lot, O Lord, was Thine;
In poverty Thy life began,
Shall we at poverty repine?
Thou who dost all our trials know,