The tramp on the street, homeless and weak could be I but for the grace of God The steel of my soul would have weakened and bent Had I traveled the highways he's trod
Oh merciful Father Oh wonderful God Thy hands have spared me these things May my heart know compassion As a child when she holds a bird with a broken wing
Oh Lord make me strong, not to boast of my strength But to lend it to the weak and downtrod May I always remember things dear to my heart Are mine to hold only by the grace of God
