What Precious Gift

What precious gift is life this day,
To freely breathe the air,
To order thoughts and the mind obey,
To seek your presence in prayer!

What countless blessings daily arrive,
Your tender mercies renewed!
From you all excellent things derive,
To you is my gratitude.

The birds with little effort fly,
You give them daily food;
On you, O Lord, like them, I rely,
My source of constant good.

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