Wednesday Hymn

Gracious Father,

Ills that still grieve me

Soon are to leave me;

         though billows tower,

         and winds gain power,

After the storm the fair sun shows its face.

Joys e'er increasing

And peace never ceasing:

        These shall I treasure

        And share in full measure

When in His mansions God grants me a place.

in the name of Jesus. Amen

-Evening and Morning (LSB 726-3)