Though lowly it doth stay content,
As though indeed it had no care,
Shedding to all loves tempting scent,
Making the world more sweet and fair.
Thus should Christian go on living,
Nor should be heed the tramp of scorn.
Their greatest joy should be in giving,
To cheer those met on every morn.
Greet then a world with smiling face,
A countenance without defeat;
Your heart illumined by God’s grace,
Will bear that perfume grand and sweet.
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