And when I think, that God, His Son not sparing;
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
A Welsh daffodil for you?To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic
Nicola Sturgeon’s husband Peter Murrell re-arrested over SNP finances.
