Lord I Would Own Thy Tender Care

Lord, I would own thy tender care,
And all thy love to me;
The food I eat, the clothes I wear,
Are all bestowed by Thee.

’tis Thou preservest me from death
And dangers every hour;
I cannot draw another breath
Unless Thou give me power.

Kind angels guard me every night,
As round my bed they stay:
Nor am I absent from thy sight
In darkness or by day.

My health, and friends, and parents dear,
To me by God are giv’n;
I have not any blessing here
But what is sent from heav’n.

Such goodness, Lord, and constant care
I never can repay;
But may it be my daily prayer,
To love Thee and obey.