The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make His countenance shine upon you and give you peace, enfolding in His arms, deepest found Heart affection ever told. Seemingly bleakly mired in disarray, the Love told so dearly, O who can dismay? His love for us every day?
He makes Himself known to the lowliest of souls, oh, who can ever know, deepest heart found, ever so nearest heart breeze, who would ever believe, He never parted, not even the least of these.
Shine every dawn the brightness of day, where He will come and show the way. Do not be dismayed; each day has enough trouble by now; tomorrow is another; we must stand brave.
Hold steadfast the Kingdom perceived, once found, dissipating into thin air; now I am searching the experience ever again, now and every other day. Lord, where are you now, once so close to heart, now feel drifted apart? Show me the way, O Lord, where once I found You, even as in the beginning of days.
Draw me, my King; I throw myself at Your feet and kiss the Son, lest He be angry. I lay dearest crowns before You now, of will to do everything to be nearest again. Lord, I know, tasted before, now feel too distant to behold.
What shall it take one man to cleave to your dearest arm? I count the score, everything to give, no less required to bestow to Thee.
Even in dusk, sees another day to be; tomorrow for sure will be better than each and every other day. Stand strong, stand firm; this storm is kind of a way, but we endure the tempest of storms, clear the way; the Lord is on your side, never to part away.
His ever-loving shining in a shimmering, bright array, bringing Life for us and all. His blessings burn so bright, the innermost inward parts of the deepest found soul.
The Lord Keep You, because that is where He found you; ever embrace so ever too dearly it is so, no heart can fathom His Heart, His will, everlasting hope to a Heavenly abode. He is your front, He is your rear; in His arms He holds you dear.
O so dearly bestowed upon, never fainting in the daintiest of slightest Love, who can ever tell? O, who can know, everlasting enduring Light never sees end of day.
The Lord be Gracious, a Grace seldom few ever fathom or even claim. From the earth, every miry, severe clay, Breath, you, a Living Soul, born a man since the sixth day.
The Lord lifts His Countenance upon you. Never any kind of sort feel dismayed; He loves you dearly, O, so graciously found in the dimmest day.
The Lord gives you Peace, Oh no, this sort and kind is of another kind, Heaven’s abode, so dearly comfort tender Heartfound, no fear, His Peace ever so near.
All of the above forevermore…every day!
