
Whenever troubles pile up
fast
And fill my mind with
dread,I turn away from counting them,
And count blessings instead.
They far outweigh my many woes,
Though sometimes I forget,
And still you pile them up for me,
Each day is better yet.
So let me thank you, loving Lord,
For blessings manifold
My little troubles disappear
Within the joy I hold.
Psalm 21:6
Surely you have granted him unending blessings and made him glad with the joy of your presence.
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