The Mercies of Christ

The place I inhabit, God’s footstool is called; The soil, the sea, and the air. When the earth yields its fruit, it belongs not to me; It’s a gift for God’s creatures to share. If He sends to me millions, or only a bit, Whether money or talent or kindness to show, For His glory I know it is there. Lord, help me to show the mercies of Christ As upon this, Thy footstool, I tread. May I not view as mine the blessings bestowed, But strive to serve others instead. Give me grace that...