1 There are blessings gently falling on us like the rain
In such daily showers, that to count them is in vain;
Blessings numbered only by the sands upon the shore,
‘Till, indeed, we wonder that there’s room for any more.
Refrain:
Blessings! O what glory,
Blessings! tell the story,
It will give you help and strength to labor on,
AS sunlight gives the morning when the night is gone.
2 When amid the conflict, and the light of faith is dim,
Would that we might enter dark Gethsemane with Him;
Then we might discover how a tender, loving hand
Gently leads us onward, upward to a better land. [Refrain]
3 Have we any merit of our own by which to claim
Life, or death, or comfort or to even call His name?
Yet, in selfish moments, doubts and fear before us rise
‘Till His love and goodness all are hidden from our eyes. [Refrain]
4 Let us look about us—let us search our hearts and see
What our lives, without His patient, watchful care would be;
Did He for a moment fail to keep us in His care,
We should vanish quickly as the light’ning in the air. [Refrain]
Source: Songs of Faith and Hope #50
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