I’m only a horse, dear master,
But my heart is warm and true,
And ready to do my hardest for the pleasure in pleasing you.                                                                                             And a warm day bed to rest on,
When I’ve finished my daily task
Don’t strike me in needless anger  if I'm slow to understand.                                                                   But encourage my drooping spirit                                               With a gentle voice and hand.

Good hay and water and corn,                                                     Are all I wish to ask.

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.

Finally, O Master, when my health and strength are gone,                                                                                                   WhenI'm getting old and feeble,                                                And  my life's long work is done, done,                                      Don't sell me to cruel owners,                                                        To be slaved to my last breath,                                                

The years of my faithful service may be crowded by a peaceful end.  That you have always found me a patient and loyal friend.                                                                                     I plead in the name of The Savior
Who cares where sparrows fall,
Who was born in a lowly stable.
And who knows and loves us all.  

Amen