![]() Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow įind an exclusive hand-lettered print with lyrics from The Doxology in the She Reads Truth shop!Ĭlick below to hear the hymn on the She Reads Truth |Hymns II Spotify playlist. Let’s raise our voices as creatures here below and let them mingle with the saints that have gone before us and with the heavenly hosts, to give praise to the Author of every blessing and to the One who gives us a Living Hope, even on our darkest days. So let’s listen to the invitations and encouragement all throughout Scripture today, dear sisters. I don’t know how to rejoice always, but I do know that every time I remember who He is-and how He gave Himself up for us so that we could know wholeness-something shifts in my heart, even when it’s breaking. But as I direct my heart back to the Cross and the empty grave, I begin to remember that we do have this Living Hope, even in the middle of the most desperate circumstances. Praising God feels like the opposite of what I want do most of the time, especially in the middle of such sadness. ![]() We have walked through some seriously heartbreaking circumstances with dear friends and family over the past few months. There’s a lovely mystery to rejoicing always, to choosing to praise God in every moment. The Lord’s Prayer opens with praise: “Our Father, in heaven, hallowed be Thy name” (Matt 6:19). God asks us to praise Him, even when our hearts are heavy. Paul tells us to “rejoice always” (Phil 4:4). Over and over in Scripture, there are commands and exhortations to give God praise. “Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.” – Psalm 150:6 ![]() Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow Praise Him, all creatures here below Praise Him above, ye heavenly host Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. ![]() Praise turns our hearts from ourselves toward the One we were made to adore-toward the One who adores us, to the One who was broken for us, and to the One from whom all blessings flow. 694 Praise God, From Whom All Blessings Add to favorites. There is such beauty in singing His praises-not just in church, but in our dirty kitchens, with breaking hearts, in the middle of our unmet longings, or at the end of our weary days. ![]()
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