| I thank God, whom I serve from my forefathers with pure conscience, that without ceasing I have remembrance of thee in my prayers night and day. When I call to remembrance the unfeigned faith that is in thee, which dwelt first in thy grandmother Lois, and thy mother Eunice; and I am persuaded that in thee also. Wherefore I put thee in remembrance. (2 Tim. 1:3,5‑6) |
Goodly my heritage, fair is my lot;
Wonderful, Savior, art Thou;
I, who am one of those that deserve not,
Sing with the bird on his bough —
Sing of the love that unfathomed,
untracked,
Led me, will lead evermore;
True is Thy word: not a good have I lacked;
Lord, I will praise and adore. |
