To nourish and gladden the heart, my daily food,
And clothes to cover the body, protective roof,
Productive work, the blessing of friends and children,
A faithful Savior for this world and the next.

The world is but a warped illusion,
A circus mirror of perfect temptation,
Offering death with a friendly smile,
The image of God twisted and hostile.

Of love we say too little, do we not?
And less we act from love with a neighbor near;
We nurse our irritations, God’s grace forgot,
Our deeds unfeeling and cold, our words severe.