I CANNOT move a mile upon this earth,
I could not, did I walk from end to end,
But there I find a heart of wit and worth,
Some gracious spirit, to be hailed a friend:
O, there are frequent angels unawares,
And many have I met upon my way,
Kind Christian souls, to make me rich with pray'rs,
Whilst in like coin their mercies I repay;
And oft the sun of praise hath lit mine eyes,
Generous praise and just encouragement,
From some who say I help them to be wise,
And teach them to be happy in content:
Ah, soul, rejoice! for thou hast thickly sown
The living world with friendships all thine own.