Fairest Lord Jesus, ruler of all nature,O thou of God and man the Son,Thee will I cherish, Thee will I honor,thou, my soul's glory, joy, and crown.Fair are the meadows, fairer still the woodlands,robed in the blooming garb of spring:Jesus is fairer, Jesus is purerwho makes the woeful heart to sing.Fair is the sunshine, fairer still the moonlight,and all the twinkling starry host:Jesus shines brighter, Jesus shines purerthan all the angels heaven can boast.Beautiful Savior! Lord of all the nations!Son of God and Son of Man!Glory and honor, praise, adoration,now and forevermore be thine.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Bless the LORD, O my soul! O LORD my God, You are very great;
You are clothed with splendor and majesty,
Covering Yourself with light as with a cloak,
Stretching out heaven like a tent curtain.
He lays the beams of His upper chambers in the waters;
He makes the clouds His chariot;
He walks upon the wings of the wind;
He makes the winds His messengers,
Flaming fire His ministers.
He established the earth upon its foundations,
So that it will not totter forever and ever.
You covered it with the deep as with a garment;
The waters were standing above the mountains.
At Your rebuke they fled,
At the sound of Your thunder they hurried away.
The mountains rose; the valleys sank down
To the place which You established for them.
You set a boundary that they may not pass over,
So that they will not return to cover the earth.
He sends forth springs in the valleys;
They flow between the mountains;
They give drink to every beast of the field;
The wild donkeys quench their thirst.
Beside them the birds of the heavens dwell;
They lift up their voices among, the branches.
He waters the mountains from His upper chambers;
The earth is satisfied with the fruit of His works.
He causes the grass to grow for the cattle,
And vegetation for the labor of man,
So that he may bring forth food from the earth,
And wine which makes man's heart glad,
So that he may make his face glisten with oil,
And food which sustains man's heart.
The trees of the LORD drink their fill,
The cedars of Lebanon which He planted,
Where, the birds build their nests,
And the stork, whose home is the fir trees.
The high mountains are for the wild goats;
The cliffs are a refuge for the shephanim.
He made the moon for the seasons;
The sun knows the place of its setting.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
This is my favorite poem. I am not into poems like a certain sister (who love to blog!) but I love this one. Must be because Dad quotes it alot.