I Love to Sing of that Great Power
I love to sing of that great Power
That made the earth and sea;
But better still, I love the song
Of Jesus died for me.
I love to sing of shrub and flower,
Of field and plant and tree;
But sweeter note for ever is,
That Jesus died for me.
I love to think of angels’ songs,
From sin and sorrow free;
But angels cannot strike their notes
To Jesus died for me.
I love to speak of God, of Heaven,
And all its purity;
God is my Father, Heaven my home,
For Jesus died for me.
And when I reach that happy place,
From all temptation free,
I’ll tune my ever rapturous notes
With Jesus died for me.
Words: Samuel Alman
The Happy Wonderer ~ ellen b. 
“But angels cannot strike their notes
To Jesus died for me.”
Good point 💙
…sing and enjoy your day, Ellen.
Beautiful!
Happy Sunday, dearest Ellen.
Am I allowed into the inner sanctum?
Vee here…Wordpress has its knickers in a knot again.
So sorry Vee. You are always welcome per me. Those blog powers need a slap on the hand! Thankful we are always welcome to the Throne room that counts!
How very thankful I am that Jesus died for even me. : )