I am only a horse, dear Master, but my heart is warm and true.
I’m ready to work my hardest, for the pleasure of pleasing you.
Good corn, hay and water, are all that I wish to ask.
And a warm dry 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 spirits with a gentle voice and hand.
Finally, O my master! When my health and strength are gone –
When I’m getting old and feeble, and my long life’s work is done –
Don’t sell me to cruel or strange owners, to be slaved to my last breath,
But grant me the untold blessing of a quick and painless death;
That, as you have always found me a patient and loyal friend,
The years of my faithful service may be crowned by a peaceful end.
I plead in the name of the Savior, Who cares when the sparrows fall.
Who was born in a lowly stable, and knows, and loves us all!
Your faithful and loving friend,