I used to be about to thanks, Lord,
for the reward of this lovely fall day,
I used to be going to say
it was a present I did not deserve
after which I remembered:
I am not deserving of any of my blessings,
I’ve completed nothing to benefit them,
I am certianly not owed them
– certainly, I am the one in debt to you…
Each good factor in my life, Lord,
is a blessing, a grace from you:
unmerited, freely given,
from you who owe me nothing
however to whom I am in debt
as much as my ears…
Each good factor in m life, Lord:
this lovely September day;
each breath I take;
my household, my mates
and all who love and take care of me;
my reminiscences, good and dangerous alike;
my creativeness and my humorousness;
each pleasure I’ve ever recognized and treasured;
each unhappiness that has stretched my coronary heart;
all my abilities, skills and pursuits,
instinct, curiosity and sense of marvel;
and every little thing I sense and know
by imaginative and prescient, sight, listening to, style and contact;
all this, O Lord, and extra, pure reward from you:
undeserved, unmerited, unearned…
And in return, Lord, I’ve so little I would supply
save my gratitude, my humble thank-you,
my small, empty arms, raised up in prayer…
So, thanks, Lord, for this present day’s presents
and all that fills my coronary heart
and in your Spirit opening broad my eyes
to see how actually blessed I’m…
Defend me, Lord, whereas I am awake
and watch over me as I sleep
that awake, I would maintain watch with you
and asleep, relaxation in your peace…
Amen.
Oh Lord, my GodOnce I, in superior marvelContemplate all of the worlds Thy arms have madeI see the celebrities, I hear the rolling thunderThy energy all through the universe displayed
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to TheeHow nice Thou artwork, how nice Thou artworkThen sings my soul, my Savior God to TheeHow nice Thou artwork, how nice Thou artwork
When by the woods
And forest glades I wander
And listen to the birds sing sweetly within the timber
Once I look down from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook and really feel the mild breeze
It’s properly with my soul
It’s properly, it’s properly with my soul
When Christ shall come
With shout of acclamationAnd take me house, what pleasure shall fill my coronary heartThen I shall bow, in humble adorationAfter which proclaim, my God, how nice Thou artwork
