Tuesday, 17 June 2008

I woke a few days ago with the words of the first lines of a hymn in my mind. Here is that hymn:

“When all Thy mercies O my God,

My rising soul surveys,

Transported with the view I’m lost

In wonder, love & praise.

Unnumbered comforts on my soul

They tender care bestowed,

Before my infant heart conceived

From whom these comforts flowed.

When in the slippery paths of youth

With heedless steps I ran,

Thine arm unseen conveyed me safe,

And brought me up to man.

When worn with sickness oft hast Thou

With health renewed my face;

And when in sins and sorrows sunk,

Revived my soul with grace.

Ten thousand thousand precious gifts

My daily thanks employ:

Nor is the least a cheerful heart

That tastes those gifts with joy.

Through every period of my life

Thy goodness I’ll pursue;

And after death in distant worlds’

The glorious these renew.

Through all eternity to Thee

A joyful song I’ll raise;

For O eternity’s too short

To utter all Thy praise.

As I sang it through my heart echoed the words of the writer, Joseph Addison who died aged 47. From my not-far-off twice his years I said a loud and thankful, “Amen!”

I am grateful to God that my mind was stored from early days, not only with Scripture, but with so many of these old full-of-truth songs, because again and again Margaret and I were blessed as the Spirit brought to mind some relevant verse or a whole hymn which ministered deeply to our need.

1 Comments:

Blogger JACK HENNESSEY said...

How often I have read through your blogs and lifted a praise to God for what shines out of your heart in your love for Margaret and the glimpses of how two sojourn together, loving and serving our Lord and Saviour.........and again this morning your heart touched mine...as your shared..thank you and God bless you richly in the inward man.

Joian Schroff
California, USA

1 September 2008 at 12:11 AM  

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