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