My hands, how nicely they are made

1 My hands, how nicely they are made
To hold, and touch, and do;
I'll try to learn some honest trade,
That will be useful too.
My eyes, how fit they are to read,
And mind my work, and look!
I ought to think of that, indeed,
And use them at my book.

2 My tongue, 'twas surely never meant
To quarrel, or to swear;
To speak the truth, my tongue was sent,
And also for my prayer.
My thoughts, for what can they be given?
For thinking, to be sure;
That I might think of God, and heaven,
And learn my faults to cure.


Source: Linden Harp: a rare collection of popular melodies adapted to sacred and moral songs, original and selected. Illustrated. Also a manual of... #25c