Sing to the Lord

 O for a thousand tongues to sing my great redeemers praise. TIS 210

What a way to wake up in the morning - with a hymn on your lips and in your heart. The morning  shrouded in fog was alive with a wonderful chorus that was completely in harmony with the paint brush in God's hand as he painted a loud magnificent dawn of bold red and gold and blue. - The chorus was magnificent.   A mass of Currawongs in harmony with each other, Crimson Rosellas 'pipping' a high and low note and the tiny trill of the darling Blue Wrens all just seemed to pull together a chorus of a thousand tongues singing praise to their great redeemer.  I joined in the chorus with:

                 My gracious Master and my God, assist me to proclaim. To spread throughout all the earth                        abroad, the honour of your name. (Charles Wesley) 

           Take these words into your day because such music in our ears is life and health and peace.

                                                    Anne, servant of the Lord.         

                                                 Tiny trill of the darling Blue Wrens.