What price for health would man afford?
Which length for wealth we’d go?
What glory do we give The Lord?
For Heaven’s gratis flow
Is not creation in His hand?
Is not through Christ we live?
Should praise not rise from every land?
For all He longs to give
Give thanks for all our eyes to see
For hearts that beat through love
His dreadful death upon The Tree
And hope to rise above
Give praise to God for precious ears
A wondrous sense of smell
The blood of Christ removing fears
Of death and endless hell
Thank God for bodies blessed with health
Graced with spiritual clout
Countless living with no such wealth
May die still plagued with doubt
Thank God for all we have to eat
A mouth to talk and smile
For arms for legs and two strong feet
To walk an extra mile
That extra mile to speak His word
To show the world He cares
Till those yet lost have seen and heard
What Heaven’s will declares
Give thanks to God for all He’s done
For all He’s yet to do
For health, for wealth, for Christ His Son
And endless life anew
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