Daily care is what I need
So my master’s heart I’ll meet.
His words I must heed
If I aim my fear for him to prove.
His orders my delight will be
His commands sweet music to me.
To go when he tells me so
And wait when I hear no speech from him.
Then and only then I’ll prove
That a faithful servant I am.
And oh alas His heart I’ll meet
When finally face to face we stand.
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