God is the fountain whence
Ten thousand blessings flow
To Him my life, my health, and friends
And every good I owe.
The comforts he affords
Are neither few nor small
He is the source of fresh delight
My portion and my all.
He fills my heart with joy
My lips attunes for praise
And to his glory I'll devote
The remnant of my days.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
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