Saturday Song: When All Thy Mercies

When all Thy mercies, O my God,

My rising soul surveys,

Transported with the view, I’m lost

In wonder, love and praise.

 

Unnumbered comforts to my soul

Thy tender care bestowed,

Before my infant heart conceived

From whom those comforts flowed.

 

When worn with sickness, oft has Thou

With health renewed my face;

And, when in sins and sorrows bowed,

Revived my soul with grace.

 

Thru ev’ry period of my life

Thy goodness I’ll pursue,

And after death, in distant worlds,

The glorious theme renew.

Joseph Addison (1672-1719)

About Katiehttps://thoughtsong.wordpress.comI like to dabble in writing out thoughts on scripture and life events.  Music, to me, is a dear friend, the structure that organizes my thoughts, and the feelings of my heart. Most of my time, however, is spent Teaching and Homemaking (especially trying to create hygge and live as a gluten-free baker). Take all these things away and I still have my true identity: I'm a sinner saved by grace and who dearly loves the Savior who first loved her. And that's really all that matters.

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