I attended a funeral recently, and these words were put to a classical tune. I'd never heard them before, but I was struck by their beauty. I hope you like them, too.

He giveth more grace as our burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength as our labours increase.
To added afflictions he addeth his mercy,
To multiplied trials he multiplies peace.

When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources
Our Father's full giving is only begun.

His love has no limits, His grace has no measure,
His power no boundry known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again.