1 He holds the key of all unknown, And I am glad; If other hands should hold the key, Or, if He trusted it to me, I might be sad, I might be sad. 2 What if tomorrow's cares were here Without its rest? I'd rather He unlocked the day And as the hours swing open say, “My will is best,” “My will is best.” 3 The very dimness of my sight Makes me secure; For, groping in my misty way, I feel His hand; I hear Him say, “My help is sure,” “My help is sure.” 4 I cannot read His future plans, But this I know; I have the smiling of His face, And all the refuge of His grace, While here below, While here below. 5 Enough; this covers all my wants, And so I rest; For, what I cannot, He can see, And in His care I safe shall be, Forever blest, Forever blest.
1 O little flock, fear not the foe Who madly seeks your overthrow; Dread not his rage and pow'r. And though your courage sometimes faints, His seeming triumph o'er God's saints Lasts but a little hour.
2 Be of good cheer; your cause belongs To Him who can avenge your wrongs; Leave it to Him, our Lord. Though hidden yet from mortal eyes, His Gideon shall for you arise, Uphold you and His Word.
3 As true as God's own Word is true, Not earth nor hell's satanic crew Against us shall prevail. Their might? A joke, a mere facade! God is with us and we with God— Our vict'ry cannot fail.
4 Amen, Lord Jesus, grant our prayer; Great Captain, now Thine arm make bare, Fight for us once again! So shall Thy saints and martyrs raise A mighty chorus to Thy praise Forevermore. Amen.
A hymn by Michael Altenburg. A good one when the soul is thirsty for hope. Though a children's song, I am always comforted by, "Little ones to Him belong, they are weak but He is strong." Are we not all little in God's eyes? Yet He graciously gives us His strength in time of need.
Hi all. I have a really urgent request. One of my friends is having some really bad family problems. She's drained physically, emotionally, and mentally, and at her breaking point. She struggles with depression and suicidal thoughts/actions. She called me and wanted to talk, but I could offer no other help but reading passages of Scripture to her. It's a really tough situation, please please please pray for her peace in this time. And that she would see the nearness of her Savior, though life's trials overcrowd her thoughts. Thank you.
It's been a while since anyone's posted on this discussion, so why not me?
Could we with ink the ocean fill, and were the skies of parchment made; were ev'ry stalk on earth a quill, and ev'ryone a scribe by trade; to write the love of God above would drain the ocean dry; nor could the scroll contain the whole, though stretched from sky to sky.