I needed the words of this hymn today.
When we are pulling the handcart alone, sometimes we really need help in doing so. Cheerleaders along the sideline are nice -- but don't often make the weight of the load any lighter. Any person who actually pulls the load -- even for a small moment -- (like picking my kids up for a youth activity as did my sweet neighbor Chrisite) is a God-send and welcome relief. For those people, I will give thanks for the rest of my life.
For angels --- I pray and am grateful!
I have come to know for myself that they do attend to us, help and comfort give us.
I hope that I am that for others' in their time of need. I pray to be so.
Count Your Many Blessings
When upon life's billows you are tempest tossed
When you are discouraged thinking all is lost,
Count your many blessings; name them one by one,
And it will suprise you what the Lord has done.
Are you ever burdened with a load of care?
Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear?
Count your many blessings; every doubt will fly,
And you will be singing as the days go by.
When you look at others with their lands and gold,
Think that Christ has promised you his wealth untold.
Count your many blessings; money cannot buy
Your reward in heaven nor your home on high.
So, amid the conflict, whether great or small,
Do not be discouraged; God is over all.
Count your many blessings; angels will attend,
Help and comfort give you to your journey's end.