A friend gave it to me.
What was the gift which came to thee,
A cup of kindness and sweet sympathy,
Red roses or a sprig of rosemary?
A cheerful word, a helping hand—
Small things we love and understand.
How fresh and new such kindness seems to be,
How long it lingers in the memory!
A friend gave it to me.
What value had the gift for thee?
Hope came anew, with such dear charity,
I vowed to tread with love, my path to be.
I found again the Father's hand.
With joy serene, once more I stand.
Thank you, my friend, for gift and thought of me;
Thank Thee, dear God, for Thy simplicity.
