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August 20 COMMON BLESSINGS
“Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the
eyes to behold the sun.”—Eccles. xi. 7.
Is it not very much to love
And know the servant's life is sweet,
With the blue sky of God above
And all His Mercy at our feet?
O Lord, it is so very much,
That thou hast made Thy creature such.
And know the servant's life is sweet,
With the blue sky of God above
And all His Mercy at our feet?
O Lord, it is so very much,
That thou hast made Thy creature such.
Is it not very grand to think
Thy thoughts that fashion earth and sky,
And stand unfearful on the brink
Of Love's most awful mystery?
O Lord, it is so very grand,
To trace and hold a Father's Hand.
Thy thoughts that fashion earth and sky,
And stand unfearful on the brink
Of Love's most awful mystery?
O Lord, it is so very grand,
To trace and hold a Father's Hand.
Is it not very much to see
The wonder and the grace of things,
Thy temple in the forest tree,
Thy step in glorious vanishings?
O Lord, it is so very much,
To feel in all Thy homely touch.
The wonder and the grace of things,
Thy temple in the forest tree,
Thy step in glorious vanishings?
O Lord, it is so very much,
To feel in all Thy homely touch.
Is it not very good to pray
And be a child of portion blest,
That tired of long and foolish play
Falls back upon a faithful breast?
O Lord, it is so very good,
To rest on Thy great Fatherhood.
And be a child of portion blest,
That tired of long and foolish play
Falls back upon a faithful breast?
O Lord, it is so very good,
To rest on Thy great Fatherhood.
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