1 My father raised his trembling hand,
And placed it on my head:
"God’s blessing be on thee, my son!"
Most tenderly he said.
2 He died, and left no gems nor gold,
But still was I his heir—
For that rich blessing which he gave
Became a fortune rare.
3 And in my day of weary toil
To earn my daily bread,
It gladdens me in thought to feel
His hand upon my head.
4 Though infant tongues to me have said
"Dear father!" oft since then,
Yet when I bring that scene to mind,
I’m but a child again.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #12137
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|The Cyber Hymnal #12137||My Father Blessed Me||My father raised his trembling hand||ARLINGTON||Thomas MacKellar||CM||<cite>Droppings from the Heart</cite> (Philadelphia: Sorin & Ball, 1844)|