Lord, I would own thy tender care
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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 given; I have not any blessing here But what is sent from heaven. Such goodness, Lord, and constant care I never can repay; But may it be my daily prayer, To love thee and obey. |
O Domine, confiteor favere te mihi: quo nutrior. quo vestior, id debeo tibi. Diurno me periculo ne moriar tegis: spirare plane nequeo ni posse tu facis. Me dormientem angeli circum custodiunt, nec oculi, sit nox, tui, sit lux, me neglegunt. Salus, amicus et parens (nam donat hos Deus), quocumque laetor, veniens est omne caelitus. Est tanta caritas tua, non umquam redderem; sed sit diurna prex mea ut serviens amem. |