All that Thrills my Soul {Lyrics and Composer: Thoro Harris, 1931.}
Who can cheer the heart like Jesus,
By His presence all divine?
True and tender, pure and precious,
O how blest to call Him mine!
All that thrills my soul is Jesus,
He is more than life to me;
And the fairest of ten thousand
In my blessed Lord I see.
Love of Christ so freely given,
Grace of God beyond degree,
Mercy higher than the heaven,
Deeper than the deepest sea!
All that thrills my soul is Jesus,
He is more than life to me;
And the fairest of ten thousand
In my blessed Lord I see.
What a wonderful redemption!
Never can a mortal know
How my sin, tho red like crimson,
Can be whiter than the snow.
All that thrills my soul is Jesus,
He is more than life to me;
And the fairest of ten thousand,
In my blessed Lord I see.
Every need His hand supplying,
Every good in Him I see;
On His strength divine relying,
He is all in all to me.
All that thrills my soul is Jesus,
He is more than life to me;
And the fairest of ten thousand
In my blessed Lord I see.
By the crystal flowing river
With the ransomed I will sing,
And forever and forever
Praise and glorify the King.
All that thrills my soul is Jesus,
He is more than life to me;
And the fairest of ten thousand
In my blessed Lord I see.
There is therefore now No Condemnation
Awaiting those who Belong to Christ Jesus. (Rom.8:1)
Dear Kitty Mittens, I had not heard this hymn before, so THANK YOU!! IT WAS A BLESSING.
Col 3:16 Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly, teaching and admonishing one another in all wisdom, singing psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, with thankfulness in your hearts to God.
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2Pe 3:18 ... grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. To him be the glory both now and to the day of eternity. Amen.
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I sing the mighty power of God, that made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad, and built the lofty skies.
I sing the wisdom that ordained the sun to rule the day;
The moon shines full at God’s command, and all the stars obey.
I sing the goodness of the Lord, who filled the earth with food,
Who formed the creatures through the Word, and then pronounced them good.
Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed, where’er I turn my eye,
If I survey the ground I tread, or gaze upon the sky.
There’s not a plant or flower below, but makes Thy glories known,
And clouds arise, and tempests blow, by order from Thy throne;
While all that borrows life from Thee is ever in Thy care;
And everywhere that we can be, Thou, God art present there.
—Isaac Watts, 1715
You were the first person I thought of telling: Dad and I went to Goshen Dam yesterday afternoon (yes, we once lived in the Land of Goshen). We had a picnic, talked with a couple fishermen (who got lucky!), and watched a mating pair of loons dancing on the water. It was a gift, this event - I was hardly able to contain my joy and did quite a bit of squealing, actually - and I knew you would appreciate it. My dad is very smart: he had a pair of binoculars in the glove box, of course, so I could see every move they made. I was truly blessed, and the day was very fulfilling. I can't remember the last time Dad and I had such fun together, shared so much wonder, and laughed so much, even over my corny cowboy joke - "Did you hear the one about the cowboy who wanted a new pair of boots?" (Can't be shared here, but I actually remembered the punchline, which was another miracle :)