on tending and sparing

12 . October . 2011

praise, my soul, the King of Heaven;
to His feet thy tribute bring.
ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
evermore His praises sing:
praise Him! praise Him! praise Him! praise Him!
Praise the everlasting King.

praise Him for His grace and favor
to our fathers in distress.
praise Him still the same as ever,
slow to chide, and swift to bless.
praise Him! praise Him! praise Him! praise Him!
glorious in His faithfulness.

Fatherlike He tends and spares us;
well our feeble frame He knows.
in His hands He gently bears us,
rescues us from all our foes.
praise Him! praise Him! praise Him! praise Him!
widely yet His mercy flows.

frail as summer’s flower we flourish,
blows the wind and it is gone;
but while mortals rise and perish
our God lives unchanging on,
praise Him! praise Him! praise Him! praise Him!
Praise the High Eternal One!

angels, help us to adore Him;
you behold Him face to face;
sun and moon, bow down before Him,
dwellers all in time and space.
praise Him! praise Him! praise Him! praise Him!
praise with us the God of grace.

thanks be to God for his
help and care.


sleepover crew


the beautiful part of
the angst-ridden night
last night, waiting for word
on barb and her surgery,

the moon.

ps –
vivian’s work now has
an on-line home;
so beautiful, friend.

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