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When all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view I'm lost,
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When all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view I'm lost,
In wonder, love and praise.
I would lose my way again, be led hopelessly astray again, just so I can pray again...For the mercy in read more
I would lose my way again, be led hopelessly astray again, just so I can pray again...For the mercy in you.
Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God,
My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee.
Open thy gate of mercy, gracious God,
My soul flies through these wounds to seek out thee.
The quality of mercy is not strained;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the read more
The quality of mercy is not strained;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown.
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this scept'red sway;
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings;
It is an attribute to God himself,
And earthly power doth then show likest God's
When mercy seasons justice.
Kerry Ellison, your name
sounds like
Kyrie Eleison*
*Kyrie Eleison means God have mercy in Greek.
Kerry Ellison, your name
sounds like
Kyrie Eleison*
*Kyrie Eleison means God have mercy in Greek.
We do pray for mercy,
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds read more
We do pray for mercy,
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy.
Hate shuts her soul when dove-eyed mercy pleads.
Hate shuts her soul when dove-eyed mercy pleads.
Being all fashioned of the self-same dust,
Let us be merciful as well as just.
Being all fashioned of the self-same dust,
Let us be merciful as well as just.
Think not the good,
The gentle deeds of mercy thou hast done,
Shall die forgotten all; the read more
Think not the good,
The gentle deeds of mercy thou hast done,
Shall die forgotten all; the poor, the prisoner,
The fatherless, the friendless, and the widow,
Who daily owe the bounty of thy hand,
Shall cry to Heaven, and pull a blessing on thee.