Written on a Sunday after a sermon describing a very hard year, but exhorting the congregation to gratitude without leaving room for grief. Sung to the tune of “For the Beauty of the Earth.”

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Of my wretched lowliness
I need never be ashamed.
And my weakness stinging pride,
To my lack thou art not strange.
Lord of all to Thee I raise
This my hymn of grateful praise.

A clouded lobe, a trembling hand,
And a heavy chest reside.
Son of God and Son of Man
Embodied griefs you don’t despise.
Lord of all to Thee we raise
This our hymn of grateful praise.

For my burdens on the earth,
Every one is counted Thine.
Failing heart and low self-worth
Weighed far down You kneel beside.
Lord of all to Thee I raise
This my hymn of grateful praise.

Some in anger, some in doubt,
Strung by sorrows weeping wide.
Ne’er do you forget our dust
Nor our desperation chide.
Lord of all to Thee we raise
This our hymn of grateful praise.

Depression Hymn

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