Walking is the perfect way of moving if you want to see into the life of things. It is the one way of freedom. If you go to a place on anything but your own feet you are taken there too fast, and miss a thousand delicate joys that were waiting for you by the wayside. Elizabeth von Arnim

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Sunday, January 18, 2026

Sunday

Happy Sunday


Another great old hymn that we sang at church this morning.


🎶 Tell Me The Old, Old Story 🎶
A Catherine Hankey and William H Doane

1.Tell me the old, old story,
Of unseen things above,
Of Jesus and His glory,
Of Jesus and His love;
Tell me the story simply,
As to a little child,
For I am weak and weary,
And helpless and defiled.
 
Chorus
Tell me the old, old story,
Tell me the old, old story,
Tell me the old, old story,
Of Jesus and His love.

2.Tell me the story slowly,
That I may take it in—
That wonderful redemption,
God’s remedy for sin;
Tell me the story often,
For I forget so soon,
The “early dew” of morning
Has passed away at noon.

3.Tell me the story softly,
With earnest tones and grave;
Remember I’m the sinner 
Whom Jesus came to save;
Tell me the story always,
If you would really be,
In any time of trouble,
A comforter to me.

4. Tell me the same old story,
When you have cause to fear
That this world’s empty glory
Is costing me too dear;
And when the Lord’s bright glory
Is dawning on my soul,
Tell me the old, old story:
Christ Jesus makes thee whole.

⛪️ 📖 II Corinthians 5:15 📖 ⛪️
And that he died for all, 
that they which live should not henceforth live unto themselves, 
but unto him which died for them, and rose again.

A Blessed Sunday to you.
HappyK 💕


3 comments:

Ginny Hartzler said...

I don't think I have ever seen a lighted steeple like this one! So pretty.

Mari said...

That's the best old story!

Tom said...

...Karen, I hope that you had a wonderful day.