L. M.

Contentment.
Phil. 4:11.

O Lord, how full of sweet content

My years of pilgrimage are spent!

Where’er I dwell, I dwell with thee,

In heaven, in earth, or on the sea.

2 To me remains nor place nor time;

My country is in every clime:

I can be calm and free from care

On any shore, since God is there.