Wanting the love that God made mine when this old ring was new!
Years bring fresh links to bind us, wife,—small voices that are here,
Small faces round our fire that make their mother’s yet more dear,
Small, loving hearts, your care each day makes yet more like to you,
More like the loving heart made mine when this old ring was new.
And, blessed be God, all He has given are with us yet; around
Our table every little life lent to us still is found;
Though cares we’ve known, with hopeful hearts the worst we’ve struggled through;
Blessed be His name for all His love since this old ring was new.
The past is dear; its sweetness still our memories treasure yet;