How Good God Is To Me, He Said; "For Have I Not A Mansion Tall, With Trees And Lawns Of Velvet Tread, And Happy Helpers At My Call? With Beauty Is My Life Abrim, With Tranquil Hours And Dreams Apart; You Wonder That I Yield To Him That Best Of Prayers, A Grateful Heart?" "How Good God Is To Me," He Said; "For Look! Though Gone Is All My Wealth, How Sweet It Is To Earn One'S Bread With Brawny Arms And Brimming Health. Oh, Now I Know The Joy Of Strife! To Sleep So Sound, To Wake So Fit. Ah Yes, How Glorious Is Life! I Thank Him For Each Day Of It." "How Good God Is To Me," He Said; "Though Health And Wealth Are Gone, It's True; Things Might Be Worse, I Might Be Dead, And Here I'm Living, Laughing Too. Serene Beneath The Evening Sky I Wait, And Every Man'S My Friend; God'S Most Contented Man Am I . . . He Keeps Me Smiling To The End."