Thy ceaseless, unexhausted love,
Unmerited and free,
Delights our evil to remove,
And help our misery.
Thou waitest to be gracious still;
Thou dost with sinners bear,
That, saved, we may thy goodness feel,
And all thy grace declare.
Thy goodness and Tthy truth to me
To every soul, abound,
A vast, unfathomable sea,
Where all our thoughts are drowned.
Its streams the whole creation reach,
So plenteous is the store,
Enough for all, enough for each,
Enough for evermore.
Faithful, O Lord, thy mercies are!
A rock that cannot move;
A thousand promises declare
Thy constancy of love.
Throughout the universe it reigns,
Unalterably sure;
And while the truth of God remains,
The goodness must endure.
Charles Wesley
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Olive Morgan 04.05.09 at 12:17 pm
Congratulations, Richard, on being highlighted in the Methoblogosphere this week.