Connie Smith - Yours Love lyrics

May the fruit of my toil be yours love and may the food from my soil be yours love And from this moment on may a love that is strong and lives on and on be yours love May the sons that I raise be yours love may the comforts I praise be yours love And if I ever get weak may the love words I speak And the arms that I seek be yours love May the Lord's shining grace be yours love may the happiest face be yours love And from this moment on may a love true and strong and lives on and on be yours love May the Lord's shining grace be yours love may the happiest face be yours love And may the last fingertips that touch these two lips As life from me slips be yours love