I'm only a horse, dear Master, but my heart is warm and true,
And I'm ready to work my hardest, for the pleasure of pleasing you.
Good corn and hay and water, are all I wish to ask.
And a warm dry bed to rest on, when I've finished my daily task.
Make sure my harness fits me and let my head go free For then when the roads are hilly,
I can put out my strength you see. Don't strike me in needless anger, if I'm slow to understand, But encourage my drooping spirits with a gentle voice and hand.
Finally O my master! when my health and strength are gone,
When I'm getting old and feeble, and my life's long work is done,
Don't sell me to cruel owners, to be slaved to my last breath,
But grant me the untold blessing of a quick and painless death;
That, as you have always found me a patient and loyal friend,
The years of my faithful service, may be crowned by a peaceful end;
I plead in the name of my Saviour, Who cares when the sparrows fall,
Who was born in a lowly stable, and knows, and loves us all !
