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Tuesday, October 20, 2009
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The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.
~Henry Ward Beecher
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~Henry Ward Beecher
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2010: Focus Defined!
- Faithfulness in all God has given.
- Compassion towards all.
- Prayer and other spiritual disciplines.
- Cultivation of artististic ability.
- Purposefulness in relationships.
- Living a life of risk!
A Song To Sing
How Great Thou Art
By: Carl Boberg, 1859 - 1940
O Lord my God! When I in awesome wonder
Consider all The works Thy Hand hath made.
I see the stars, I hear the mighty thunder,
Thy power throughout The universe displayed.
Refrain:
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee;
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee;
How great Thou art! How great Thou art!
When through the woods and forest glades I wander
I hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees;
When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur
And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze.
And when I think that God, His Son not sparing,
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin:
When Christ shall come with shouts of acclamation
And take me home, What joy shall fill my heart!
Then I shall bow in humble adoration,
And there proclaim, my God, how great Thou art!
Previous Songs
By: Carl Boberg, 1859 - 1940
O Lord my God! When I in awesome wonder
Consider all The works Thy Hand hath made.
I see the stars, I hear the mighty thunder,
Thy power throughout The universe displayed.
Refrain:
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee;
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee;
How great Thou art! How great Thou art!
When through the woods and forest glades I wander
I hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees;
When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur
And hear the brook and feel the gentle breeze.
And when I think that God, His Son not sparing,
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin:
When Christ shall come with shouts of acclamation
And take me home, What joy shall fill my heart!
Then I shall bow in humble adoration,
And there proclaim, my God, how great Thou art!
Previous Songs
Who I Am (Briefly)
- Jennifer Lill
- In some ways I'm just your average girl making my way through the world. Along the way I've seen love and heartbreak, good times and bad, and found that through it all, my relationship with the Lord is what carries me through. I don't claim to be all that wise but I hope that through my writings, you'll see more of who God is and draw near to Him. So that's me, a little light shining in the darkness, pointing to the One who makes all the difference.
What I'm Singing Along To
Copyright - Jen Smith - 2010
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