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You look at me as poor, because I have
no money left for frills.
But I am rich! My Father owns the cattle on a thousand
hills!
You think I’m unimportant, for I have
no earthly claim to fame.
But God, the maker of the universe, knows me, and
calls my name!
He gives me strength and comfort, and
He feeds my soul with living bread.
He gently binds my wounds, even counts
the hairs upon my head.
Although I’m just a sinner, and could
never pay Salvation’s price,
God’s Precious Lamb died in my place, and thus
became my sacrifice.
Yes, I am rich! And I am loved, far
more than earthly tongue can tell!
For I belong to Christ, my blessed Lord Who
conquered death and Hell.
And so I anxiously await the day when
I shall see His face.
And falling down in worship, I will thank Him for His
love and grace.
And there will be no tears or sorrow
in that home on Heaven’s shore,
where I will live with Jesus, and will praise
Him ever more.