Archives For Songs for Saturday

Spirit speaks–All Sons and Daughters 
“Your Spirit speaks, it moves in me
And I’m awakened to Your love
You’re drawing me onto my knees
And I’m astounded by Your love

You spoke life into my lungs
You are the air I breathe
You are the air I breathe
Still You move inside of me
You are the song I sing

You are the song I sing, Jesus
You cover me with arms that reach
And I’m amazed by Your sweet grace
You set me free, You washed me clean

And I’m forgiven by Your grace
You spoke life into my lungs
You are the air I breathe
You are the air I breathe

Still You move inside of me
You are the song I sing
You are the song I sing, Jesus
With every breath I breathe

With every song I sing
I want to shout it out
Lord I am listening
To every word You speak
I’ll go where You will lead
To love the least of these
My greatest offering”
All Sons and Daughters

Matt Redman’s When I Needed A Saviour
from the album “The Heart Of Worship”

“Looking back on time,
Seeking to remind myself of all Your mercies,
I can testify, on every page of life,
Your grace just keeps unfolding and unfolding.

You made me fruitful in the land of my suffering, Father.
You made me hopeful in the place of no hope;
Poured oil of gladness on the wounds of my struggling, and You
Poured oil of healing on the depths of my soul.

When I needed a Saviour, You were there, You were there.
When I needed a Healer, You were there, You were there.
When I needed a my Father, You were there, You were there,
You are here, You are here.

Ever since the day
I looked upon the cross I’ve realised Your mercy.
For every stage of life, sweet and bitter times,
Your love just keeps unfolding, and unfolding.

You made me fruitful in the land of my suffering, Father.
You made me hopeful in the place of no hope;
Poured oil of gladness on the wounds of my struggling, and You
Poured oil of healing on the depths of my soul.

When I needed a Saviour, You were there, You were there.
When I needed a Healer, You were there, You were there.
When I needed a my Father, You were there, You were there,
You are here, You are here.

My Saviour, my Healer, my Father

You made me fruitful in the land of my suffering, Father.
You made me hopeful in the place of no hope;
Poured oil of gladness on the wounds of my struggling, and You
Poured oil of healing on the depths of my soul.

When I needed a Saviour, You were there, You were there.
When I needed a Healer, You were there, You were there.
When I needed a my Father, You were there, You were there,
You are here, You are here.”


“Let Your Mercy Rain”
by Chris Tomlin from his “See the Morning” album)
(no music link available)

“God, You have done great things
God, You give grace to the weak
And bless the brokenhearted
With a song of praise to sing

You reached down and lifted us up
You came running, looking for us
And now there’s nothing
And no one beyond Your love
You’re the overflow
You’re the fountain of my heart

Let Your mercy rain
Let Your mercy rain on us
You’re the faithful one

When the world’s falling apart
Let Your mercy rain
Let Your mercy rain on us
How deep, how wide, how long, how high is Your love … is Your love

How deep, how wide, how long, how high is Your love … is Your love
Oh, God
Let it rain”

A song that talks about how we don’t have to fully know who God is to worship Him.
“Just a glimpse” by Israel Houghton

“I don’t have to fully know
Just how far Your love can go
To sing of Your love for me
I don’t have to comprehend
How Your mercy never ends
To sing of Your mercy

And all I need is
All I really need is
Just a glimpse of You
And I’m in awe
Just a glimpse of You
My God
Just a glimpse of You
And all I can do is worship
All I can do is worship You Lord, yeah

And I don’t have to clearly see
How amazing grace can be
To sing of Your grace for me
And I don’t have to fully grasp
The measure of Your holiness
Oh, to sing holy holy, holy holy

And all I need is
All I really need is
Just a glimpse of You
And I’m in awe
Just a glimpse of You
My God
Just a glimpse of You
And all I can do is worship
I worship You

All go ahead and worship him tonight
We worship You
We lift up our voices in praise
And thanksgiving Lord
We worship You
I worship You, yeah, yeah, yeah
We worship You Lord
In spirit and truth
We worship You
We stand in child like amazement
Oh, with our eyes wide open
We worship You
With our hands stretched wide
We worship You
With our hearts wide open Lord
We worship You”

me https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mqd8MoiCbcI
Your Great Grace by Matt Redman

“It’s there in the newborn cry
It’s there in the light of every sunrise
It’s there in the shadows of this life
Your great grace

It’s there on the mountaintop
It’s there in the everyday and the mundane
There in the sorrow and the dancing
Your great grace
Oh, such grace

From the creation to the cross
There from the cross into eternity
Your grace finds me
Yes, Your grace finds me

It’s there on a wedding day
There in the weeping by the graveside
There in the very breath we breathe
Your great grace

Same for the rich and poor
Same for the saint and for the sinner
Enough for this whole wide world
Your great grace
Oh, such grace

From the creation to the cross
Then from the cross into eternity
Your grace finds me
Yes, Your grace finds me

There in the darkest night of the soul
There in the sweetest songs of victory
Your grace finds me
Yes, Your grace finds me”

A good song for encouraging us to make time for longer conversations with our Father:
“King Of Glory (You Rescued My Soul)”
by All Sons and Daughters

I know a place where I can find You
Here in the valley of the shadows
Give me eyes to see
Where You’re leading me

I know a place where I can feel You
Here in the freedom of forgiveness
Give me strength to hold
Fast to what I know

You restore my soul
I’m Yours alone
Oh King of glory
When dark gives way to light
Your hope will rise
Oh King of glory

I know a place where I can hear You
Your truth is a whisper in the chaos
Give me faith to stand
Strong in this rushing wind

You restore my soul
I’m Yours alone
Oh King of glory
When dark gives way to light
Your hope will rise
Oh King of glory
[x2]

Surely goodness
And mercy
Follow me
Every moment
I will dwell with You

You restore my soul
I’m Yours alone
Oh King of glory
When dark gives way to light
Your hope will rise
Oh King of glory

A variation of an old hymn I learned at a recent retreat,
sung by Alanna Story
“I am the Lord’s I know”

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“Whether I live or die,
Whether I wake or sleep,
Whether upon the land,
Or on the stormy deep;
I will stand confident
For all my fears have been eclipsed
by my Father’s Love

So I won’t be afraid,
I won’t be afraid,
I am the Lord’s I know

Nothing shall separate
From His unbounded love,
Neither in depths below,
Nor in the heights above;
I will stand confident
For all my fears have been eclipsed
by my Father’s Love

So I won’t be afraid,
I won’t be afraid,
I am the Lord’s I know

Even the wind and the waves obey you
And at the sound of your name kingdoms fall
My hope’s secure in the hands of a sovereign God”2017-04-19 146

Lest we forget…
Our Heavenly Father cares for everyone in the world; He has the whole world in His hands.
Verse 1
He’s got the whole world in His hands,
He’s got the whole world in His hands,
He’s got the whole world in His hands,
He’s got the whole world in His hands.

Verse 2
He’s got the sun and the rain in His hands
He’s got the moon and the stars in His hands,
He’s got the wind and the clouds in His hands,
He’s got the whole world in His hands.

Verse 3
He’s got the rivers and the mountains in His hands,
He’s got the oceans and the seas in His hands,
He’s got all the animals in His hands,
He’s got the whole world in His hands.

Verse 4
He’s got everybody here in His hands,
He’s got everybody there in His hands,
He’s got everybody everywhere in His hands,
He’s got the whole world in His hands.

Verse 5
He’s got the little biddy baby in His hands,
He’s got my brother and my sister in His hands,
He’s got Mom and Dad in His hands,
He’s got the whole world in His hands.

Verse 6
He’s got the whole world in His hands,
He’s got the whole wide world in His hands,
He’s got the whole world in His hands,
He’s got the whole world in His hands.


All Shall Be Well–Words and music by Andrew Peterson

This ballad by Andrew Peterson tells a story of holding on to hope, which is probably what is needed as we close out the first month of the year and head into the second. The newness has worn off, our bright beginnings have started to get a little tarnished. But we keep heading toward our destination.

Here are the words to the song and Peterson’s notes on it, which are on The Rabbit Room website.

“ALL SHALL BE WELL
(based on Matthew 16:18, Matthew 5:16, Luke 15:20-24, Luke 15:4, Isaiah 40:8, Hebrews 12:1)

“We touched down on the sound (1)
At the top of the world
In the land of the midnight sun
Where the frozen river melts away
And breaks into a run (2)
Into the sea, into the mighty waves
That waited just to see it
From a long way off that river thawed
And the tide ran out to meet it
“Welcome home, unfrozen river, welcome home” (3)

‘Cause all shall be well, all shall be well (3)
Break the chains of the gates of Hell
Still all manner of things will be well (4)

See the quiet hearts of the children of
The children of this land (5)
They have stayed alive in the day-long night
By the fires that warm their hands
There is a wilderness inside them
It is dark and thick and deep
And beside the fire at the heart of that wood
Is a precious missing sheep (6)
So go on in, hold your torch, let it shine

Cause all shall be well, all shall be well
Break the chains of the gates of Hell
Still all manner of things will be well
All shall be well, all shall be well
The Word of God will never fail
And all manner of things will be well

There’s a light in the darkness
There’s an end to the night (7)
I saw the sun go down on a frozen ocean
As the man in the moon was rising (8)
And he rode the night all full and bright
With his face at the far horizon
And the night can be so long, so long
You think you’ll never get up again
But listen now, it’s a mighty cloud of
Witnesses around you (9)
(They say)
Hold on, just hold on
Hold on to the end
All shall be well, all shall be well
Break the chains of the gates of Hell
Still all manner of things will be well
All shall be well, all shall be well
The Word of God will never fail
And all manner of things will be well”
——————————————-
Peterson’s notes on his song:
“1. The Norton Sound. The towns we visited were mostly coastal, the farthest north of which was Nome.
2. Those of you who live in cold climates know about the “river going out”. I remember seeing in a town in Minnesota an old car parked on a frozen river where everyone could see it. The town held a yearly raffle to predict what day of the spring thaw the car would finally sink through the ice. Well, in Alaska there’s much speculation about which day of spring the ice on the rivers will break apart and pour into the ocean. It apparently all happens in one raucous moment, and we missed it by two days. It was the talk of the town. I couldn’t help thinking of the thawing of the heart of the prodigal son and his eventual return to the arms of his father.
3. “All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.” –Julian of Norwich
4. Which is to say, all Hell may break loose, but in the end things will be made right.
5. Many of the Native Americans I met in Alaska were quiet, stoic, intimidating. But behind those fierce eyes was much kindness, and much that needed kindness, too.
6. The landscape of that wild country was much like the inner terrain of that country’s people. Dark, dangerous, but with the bright, warm fire of a soul burning somewhere inside, a lost sheep waiting to be found and loved and carried home.
7. This of course refers to the long night of winter. The occurrence of depression and suicide in Alaska is many times that of the lower states, which is part of why I wanted to write a song of encouragement.
8. On the shore of the coastal village of Unalakleet I sat by a fire and watched the sun slide at a 45 degree angle into the sea while behind me a fat yellow moon lifted over the mountains.
9. I thought about the mighty “cloud of witnesses” in Hebrews when I saw that moon surrounded by clouds on its long journey into the night”.

I recently discovered the duo “All Sons & Daughters”. Their song “Christ Be All Around Me” is a variation on the Lorica prayer.

I find the lyrics both comforting and encouraging as we settle in to the journey of this new year. The music video, which has the lyrics, is a excellent way to experience the song. Enjoy!

“Christ Be All Around Me”

As I rise, strength of God
Go before, lift me up
As I wake, eyes of God
Look upon, be my sight

As I wait, heart of God
Satisfy and sustain
As I hear, voice of God
Lead me on, be my guide
Be my guide

Above and below me
Before and behind me
In every eye that sees me
Christ be all around me
[x2]

As I go, Hand of God
My defense, by my side
And as I rest, breath of God
Fall upon, bring me peace
Bring me peace

Above and below me
Before and behind me
In every eye that sees me
Christ be all around me
[x2]

Oh oh, oh oh
Christ be all around me
Oh oh, oh oh
Christ be all around me

Your life, Your death
Your blood was shed
For every moment
Every moment
[x4]

Above and below me
Before and behind me
In every eye that sees me
Christ be all around me
[x2]

Oh oh, oh oh
Christ be all around me
Oh oh, oh oh
Christ be all around me

Lux Venit by Michael W. Smith

An appropriate song for the day after Epiphany:

“Lux venit lux venit [the light has come]
Lux venit sursum corda [lift up your hearts]
Lux venit lux venit arise
Shine for your light has come

By sword by flame
In death solemn ages passed
And voices young
Grow old weary
Holding fast
Hope for the dawning

Lux venit lux venit
Lux venit sursum corda
Lux venit lux venit arise
Shine for your light has come

In grace in might
The babe lay in stable stark
Redemptions’s light
Pierces through the shadows dark
Alleluia

Lux venit lux venit
Sursum corda
Lux venit lux venit arise
Shine for your light has come

Lux venit lux venit
Lux venit sursum corda
Lux venit lux venit arise
Shine for your light has come
Alleluia”

O Come, O Come Emmanuel

This is a standard Christmas hymn, but I am usually focused on singing it rather than focusing on the words. As we head into a new year, it’s worth praying this sermon/hymn.

“O come, O come, Emmanuel,
And ransom captive Israel,
That mourns in lonely exile here
Until the Son of God appear.

Refrain
Rejoice! Rejoice!
Emmanuel shall come to thee, O Israel.

O come, Thou Wisdom from on high,
Who orderest all things mightily;
To us the path of knowledge show,
And teach us in her ways to go.
Refrain

O come, Thou Rod of Jesse, free
Thine own from Satan’s tyranny;
From depths of hell Thy people save,
And give them victory over the grave.
Refrain

O come, Thou Day-spring, come and cheer
Our spirits by Thine advent here;
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,
And death’s dark shadows put to flight.
Refrain

O come, Thou Key of David, come,
And open wide our heavenly home;
Make safe the way that leads on high,
And close the path to misery.
Refrain

O come, O come, great Lord of might,
Who to Thy tribes on Sinai’s height
In ancient times once gave the law
In cloud and majesty and awe.
Refrain

O come, Thou Root of Jesse’s tree,
An ensign of Thy people be;
Before Thee rulers silent fall;
All peoples on Thy mercy call.
Refrain

O come, Desire of nations, bind
In one the hearts of all mankind;
Bid Thou our sad divisions cease,
And be Thyself our King of Peace.
Refrain

You came down

One of my favorite new Christmas songs:

“Oh Saviour of our fallen race,
Oh brightness of the Father’s face
Oh Son Who shared the Father’s mind
Before the world knew day or night
Oh Jesus very light of light
Our constant star in sin’s deep night
Now hear the prayers Your people pray
Throughout the world this holy day
You came down
You came down
To a stable and manger
Not a kingdom or a crown

Remember Lord of life and grace
How once to save our fallen race
You put our human vesture on
And came to us as Mary’s son
You came down
You came down
To a stable and manger
Not a kingdom or a crown

For from the Father’s throne You came
His banished children to reclaim
And earth and sea and sky revered
The love of Him who sent You here
Oh Christ redeemer, virgin born
Let songs of praise your name adore
And with the Father be adored
And Holy Spirit evermore
You came down
You came down
You came down
You came down
To a stable and manger
Not a kingdom or a crown”

From Jill Phillips and Andy Gullahorn’s album: Christmas

In the Bleak Midwinter, sung by King’s College

In the Bleak Midwinter

The last line of this hymn says “give him my heart”–because the singer is so poor he or she has nothing else to give. But the reality of my heart is not always a worthy gift. Sometimes it feels like the bleak midwinter: frosty, hard and stony. Other times, it is poor, devastated, weak and broken.

And yet the truth remains that this is what my heavenly Father wants most from me: my heart. He wants to be with me face to face. He wants me to bring the truth of who I am: my thoughts, my feelings, what I have done, what I hope to do, what I hope not to do. This is who He wants to love. And this the gift of my incarnation: bringing myself to God as He has brought Himself to me.

In the Bleak Midwinter
“In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
in the bleak midwinter, long ago.

Our God, heaven cannot hold him, nor earth sustain;
heaven and earth shall flee away when he comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
For the Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.

Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
but his mother only, in her maiden bliss,
worshiped the beloved with a kiss.

What can I give him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
if I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;
yet what I can I give him: give my heart.”

In between American Thanksgiving and the beginning of Advent, this song [another one by Andrew Peterson] speaks of the tension between good gifts and living in the ‘not yet’:

Can’t you feel it in your bones
Something isn’t right here
Something that you’ve always known
But you don’t know why

‘Cause every time the sun goes down
We face another night here
Waiting for the world to spin around
Just to survive

But when you see the morning sun
Burning through a silver mist
Don’t you want to thank someone?
Don’t you want to thank someone for this?

Don’t you ever wonder why
In spite of all that’s wrong here
There’s still so much that goes so right
And beauty abounds?

‘Cause sometimes when you walk outside
The air is full of song here
The thunder rolls and the baby sighs
And the rain comes down

And when you see the spring has come
And it warms you like a mother’s kiss
Don’t you want to thank someone?
Don’t you want to thank someone for this?

I used to be a little boy
As golden as a sunrise
Breaking over Illinois
When the corn was tall

Yeah, but every little boy grows up
And he’s haunted by the heart that died
Longing for the world that was
Before the Fall

Oh, but then forgiveness comes
A grace that I cannot resist
And I just want to thank someone
I just want to thank someone for this

Now I can see the world is charged
It’s glimmering with promises
Written in a script of stars
Dripping from prophets’ lips

But still, my thirst is never slaked
I am hounded by a restlessness
Eaten by this endless ache
But still I will give thanks for this

‘Cause I can see it in the seas of wheat
I can feel it when the horses run
It’s howling in the snowy peaks
It’s blazing in the midnight sun

Just behind a veil of wind
A million angels waiting in the wings
A swirling storm of cherubim
Making ready for the Reckoning

Oh, how long, how long?
Oh, sing on, sing on
And when the world is new again
And the children of the King

Are ancient in their youth again
Maybe it’s a better thing
A better thing
To be more than merely innocent

But to be broken then redeemed by love
Maybe this old world is bent
But it’s waking up
And I’m waking up

‘Cause I can hear the voice of one
He’s crying in the wilderness
“Make ready for the Kingdom Come”
Don’t you want to thank someone for this?

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Come back soon
Come back soon

Eye of the Storm by Ryan Stevenson
“In the eye of the storm, You remain in control
And in the middle of the war, You guard my soul
You alone are the anchor, when my sails are torn
Your love surrounds me in the eye of the storm
When the solid ground is falling out from underneath my feet
Between the black skies, and my red eyes, I can barely see
When I realize I’ve been sold out by my friends and my family
I can feel the rain reminding me
In the eye of the storm, You remain in control
In the middle of the war, You guard my soul
You alone are the anchor, when my sails are torn
Your love surrounds me in the eye of the storm
Mmm, when my hopes and dreams are far from me, and I’m runnin’ out of faith
I see the future I picture slowly fade away
And when the tears of pain and heartache are falling down my face
I find my peace in Jesus’ name
In the eye of the storm (yeah, yeah), You remain in control (yes you do, Lord)
In the middle of the war, You guard my soul
You alone are the anchor, when my sails are torn
Your love surrounds me (Your love surrounds me) in the eye of the storm (in the eye of the storm)

When the test comes in and the doctor says I’ve only got a few months left
It’s like a bitter pill I’m swallowing; I can barely take a breath
And when addiction steals my baby girl, and there’s nothing I can do
My only hope is to trust You
I trust You, Lord
In the eye of the storm (yeah, yeah), You remain in control
In the middle of the war (middle of the war), You guard my soul (yeah!)
You alone are the anchor (ooh), when my sails are torn
Your love surrounds me (yeah!)
In the eye of the storm, You remain in control (yes you do, Lord)
In the middle of the war (in the middle of the war), You guard my soul
You alone are the anchor (ooh), when my sails are torn
Your love surrounds me in the eye of the storm, oooh
Oh, in the eye of, oh, in the eye of the storm
I know You’re watching me, yea, ay
When the storm is raging (when the storm is raging)
And my hope is gone (and my hope is gone, Lord)
When my flesh is failing, You’re still holding on, oh whoa
When the storm is raging (the storm is raging)
And my hope is gone (and all my hope is gone)
When my flesh is failing (my flesh is failing), You’re still holding on, oooh
When the storm is raging (when the storm is raging)
And my hope is gone (and my hope is gone)
Even when my flesh is failing (flesh is failing), You’re still holding on, holding on
The Lord is my Shepherd
I have all that I need
He lets me rest in green meadows
He leads me beside peaceful streams
He renews my strength
He guides me along right paths, bringing honor to His Name
Even when I walk through the darkest valley, I will not be afraid
For You are close beside me”

A wonderful hymn about the triune Lord

Wonderful, merciful Savior
Precious Redeemer and Friend
Who would have thought that a Lamb
Could rescue the souls of men
Oh You rescue the souls of men

Counselor, Comforter, Keeper
Spirit we long to embrace
You offer hope when our hearts have
Hopelessly lost the way
Oh, we’ve hopelessly lost the way

You are the One that we praise
You are the One we adore
You give the healing and grace
Our hearts always hunger for
Oh, our hearts always hunger for

Almighty, infinite Father
Faithfully loving Your own
Here in our weakness You find us
Falling before Your throne
Oh, we’re falling before Your throne

[perhaps I should retitled this series ‘songs from Sunday’–this is another song we sung at church]

When we sang this old hymn on Sunday, I didn’t remember that it had so many verses. It’s a spritely melody–a waltz actually–and whenever I sing this I picture a huge crowd of people waltzing in through the heavenly gates.
The link to the music only has some of the verse but fortunately it’s on a repeating loop so you can sing it [or dance it] all the way to the end.

There is a Name I love to hear,
I love to sing its worth;
It sounds like music in my ear,
The sweetest Name on earth.

Refrain:
Oh, how I love Jesus,
Oh, how I love Jesus,
Oh, how I love Jesus,
Because He first loved me!

It tells me of a Savior’s love,
Who died to set me free;
It tells me of His precious blood,
The sinner’s perfect plea.

It tells me of a Father’s smile
Beaming upon His child;
It cheers me through this little while,
Through desert, waste, and wild.

It tells me what my Father hath
In store for every day,
And though I tread a darksome path,
Yields sunshine all the way.

It tells of One whose loving heart
Can feel my deepest woe;
Who in each sorrow bears a part
That none can bear below.

It bids my trembling heart rejoice;
It dries each rising tear;
It tells me, in a “still small voice,”
To trust and never fear.

Jesus, the Name I love so well,
The Name I love to hear:
No saint on earth its worth can tell,
No heart conceive how dear.

This Name shall shed its fragrance still
Along this thorny road,
Shall sweetly smooth the rugged hill
That leads me up to God.

And there with all the blood-bought throng,
From sin and sorrow free,
I’ll sing the new eternal song
Of Jesus’ love for me.

This song is from Enter the Worship Circle’s album, “Chair and Microphone” which gives a sense of the natural style of their music. Imagine a few musicians showing up in your living room and jamming “music for our unfinished stories” [as their website says]

Here’s the music: Orphan’s Song

“We are the orphan boys, we are forgotten girls
We are lost and far from home
We are the fatherless, born of dust and nothingness
We are lost and far from home

There is no love like

Yours in all the earth
There is no love like Yours in the universe
There is no love that heals my broken heart
There is no love like Yours at all

voh

I’ve heard about a foreign land, about a son and His great big dad
I’m making my plans to be there
They say it’s a beautiful place, full of big wide open spaces
I’m making my plans to be there

voh 2

There roads have familiar names, this town has not changed
I’m finding my way back home
You call me daughter, you call me son, you call me back into Your arms
I’m finding my way back home

The song, “When all Thy mercies” was written over 300 hundred years ago. Fernando Ortega sings four of the 13 verses [the ones with an asterik] The first verses, which talk about God’s care for us when we are tiny, remind me of Psalm 139. In later verses, I hear echoes of Psalm 23.

*”When all Your mercies, O my God,
my rising soul surveys,
transported with the view, I’m lost
in wonder, love and praise.

Your Providence my life sustained,
and all my wants redressed,
while in the silent womb I lay,
and hung upon the breast.

To all my weak complaints and cries
Your mercy lent an ear,
Before my feeble thoughts had learned
to form themselves in prayer.

*Unnumbered comforts to my soul
Your tender care bestowed,
before my infant heart conceived
from whom those comforts flowed.

When in the slippery paths of youth
with heedless steps I ran,
Your arm unseen conveyed me safe,
and led me by Your hand.

Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths,
Your love gently showed the way;
and through the pleasing snares of vice,
You wooed me far away.

O how shall words with equal warmth
the gratitude declare,
that glows within my ravished heart?
but You can read it there.

Your bounteous hand with worldly bliss
has made my cup run o’er;
and, in a kind and faithful Friend,
has doubled all my store.

Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
my daily thanks employ;
nor is the last a cheerful heart
that tastes those gifts with joy.

*When worn with sickness, often have You
with health renewed my face;
and, when in sins and sorrows sunk,
revived my soul with grace.

*Through every period of my life
Your goodness I’ll pursue
and after death, in distant worlds,
the glorious theme renew.

When nature fails, and day and night
divide Your works no more,
my ever grateful heart, O Lord,
Your mercy shall adore.

Through all eternity to You
a joyful song I’ll raise;
for, oh, eternity’s too short
to utter all Your praise!”

Modernized from Joseph Addison, 1712