Bless the tired eyes.
They are eyes that have seen too much.
Filled to the brim with sights and lights,
Spilling over with cares from friends.
Let them close and rest;
Let them blink and leak.
Bless the tired eyes,
And let their troubles sleep.

Bless the aching hands.
They are hands that work too much.
Gripping hard and always moving,
Pushing, holding, picking, pulling.
Let them slow and fall;
Let nothing in them be pressed.
Bless the aching hands,
And let their muscles rest.

Bless the weary feet.
They are feet that have gone too far.
Plodding along the dusty roads,
Falling heavy into the snows.
Let them ease their walking;
Let them stop and stay.
Bless the weary feet,
And let their soles be saved.

Bless the tired eyes,
And bless the aching hands.
Bless the weary feet,
And let our souls be saved.