All praise to thee, my God, this night,
for all the blessings of the light;
keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
beneath thine own almighty wings.
Church Hymnal number 63
Thomas Ken
Monday, 8 November 2010
312 Still poorly
All praise to thee, my God, this night,
for all the blessings of the light;
keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
beneath thine own almighty wings.
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4 comments:
Oh, dear, you must be really ill. Sorry to hear, and I will keep you in my prayers - feel better soon!
Just wondering if Eliot is getting his walk? Does he cotton on you are sick? Hope you're better soon.
No... eliot hasn't had a walk since Thursday. He just lies beside the bed!
So sorry to hear you're unwell. Hope you pick up soon.
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