Dear Lord. I give myself away. I've nothing else to give.

So, when a raging fever burns, We shift from side to side by turns; And 't is a poor relief we gain To change the place, but keep the pain.

Everyday is a birthday; every moment of it is new to us; we are born again, renewed for fresh work and endeavor.

Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small: Love so amazing, so divine Demands my soul, my life, my all.

The child taught to believe any occurrence a good or evil omen, or any day of the week lucky, hath a wide inroad made upon the soundness of his understanding.

Order my footsteps by Thy Word and make my heart sincere; let sin have no dominion, Lord, but keep my conscience clear.

Prayer is a sacred and appointed means to obtain all the blessings that we want, whether they relate to this life or the life to come.