Hymn of Praise
When all thy blessings, Lord, I would review,
How great their number, and their worth how great;
The day were spend, ere I could name them through,
All like for them could never compensate.
Day after day they daily blessings fall,
Unfailing as the morning sun to rise;
While daily still— unknown, unlooked-for all—
Thy special mercies are a glad surprise.
O that my earthly life might be always
As full of love to thee as thine to me;
O that my soul, when ceased from earthly praise,
May sing thy glory through eternity.
D. W. Brownell
Published in the Advent Review and Sabbath Herald if 1/1/1889
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For I know that my redeemer liveth,
and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth.
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Linda