Almighty King! whose wondrous hand Supports the weight of sea and land; Whose grace is such a boundless store, No heart shall break that sighs for more;
Thy Providence supplies my food, And tis' thy blessing makes it good; My soul is nourished by thy word, Let soul and body praise the LORD.
My streams of outward comfort came From him, who built this earthly frame; Whate'er I want his bounty gives, By whom my soul for ever lives.
Either his hand preserves from pain, Or, if I feel it, heals again; From Satan's malice sheilds my breast, Or overrules it for the best.
Forgive the song that falls so low Beneath the gratitude I owe! It means thy praise, however poor, An angel's song can do no more.
We have a love for entertaining, we have a love for friends. We have a love for our church, we have a love for music. We have a love for art, we have a love for food. We have a love for traveling, we have a love for laughter. But more than anything...We love to be together.