Some have robes, of silk and velvet,
   Cast like manna, down;
Others toil through wind and weather,
   For a homespun gown.
Some are born to ride in coaches,
   Sitting at their ease;
Others plod foot-sore and weary.
   (I am one of these.)

Some have sounding name and title,
   Here upon the earth;
Others dwell apart from glory---
   No one knows their worth.
Some have wealth, and fame, and beauty,
   All the things that please;
Some are poor, and plain and lonely.
   (I am one of these.)

Some complain, in midst of pleasures,
   Of a hard, sad lot,
Doubting God, denying heaven,
   Loving, trusting not.
Others, hedged about with sorrows,
   Do, on bended knees,
Praise and bless the Lord forever.
   (I am one of these.)