1 God, whose love we cannot measure,
hear our song of thanks, we pray!
Who could ever count the blessings
that surround us every day?
For you give us light in darkness,
in our weakness make us strong;
by your peace and tender comfort
turn our sorrow into song.

2 In our hearts we bless and praise you
you have borne our heavy load;
here we thank you for your goodness
we your people, you our God:
Father, Son and Holy Spirit,
Lord whose name we lift above,
you are Love from everlasting
and to everlasting Love.

Michael Perry (1942 - 1996)
© Mrs B Perry/Jubilate Hymns
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