What pleasure in our daily meat;
How sweet, when sleep the eyelids close,
To sink in calm and soft repose.
But who bestows the constant joy
On every little girl and boy?
’Tis God, our Father, great and wise,
Whose goodness every joy supplies.
Then let me love and praise the Lord,
And strive to know his holy word,—
To do no wrong, and think no ill,