Health enough to make work a pleasure.

Wealth enough to support your needs.

Strength enough to battle with difficulties and overcome them.

Grace enough to confess your sins and forsake them.

Patience enough to toil until some good is accomplished.

Charity enough o see some good in your neighbors.

Love enough to move you to be useful and helpful to others.

Faith enough to make real things of God.

Hope enough to remove all anxious fears concerning the future.

'Tis the human touch in this world that counts,

The touch of your hand and mine,

Which means far more to the fainting heart

Than shelter and bread and wine;

For shelter is gone when the night is over

And bread lasts only a day,

But the touch of the hand and the sound of the voice

Sing on in the soul always.