More secure is no one ever than the loved ones of the Savior-
Not yon star on high abiding nor the bird in home-nest hiding.
God His own doth tend and nourish, in His holy courts they flourish;
Like a father kind He spares them, in His loving arms He bears them.
Neither life nor death can ever from the Lord His children sever,
For His love and deep compassion comforts then in tribulation.
Little flock, to joy then yield thee! Jacob's God will ever shield thee;
Rest secure with the Defender - at His will all foes surrender.
What He takes or what He gives us shows the Father's love so precious;
We may trust His purpose wholly - 'tis His children's welfare solely.
- Lina Sandell Berg -
How shall I know Him? In His dread control
Unnumbered planets wheel and seasons roll;
Light He commands and darkness, anthems low
Of sighing breezes, cloud and rain and snow;
His work the wonders that the lens reveals,
The blackbird's song and crashing thunder - peals;
By Him their treasures in the rocks are set;
He builds the tree and clothes the violet,
Spreads the unmeasured spaces of the sky,
Sends forth the dawn and paints the butterfly-
How shall I cabin Him in church or creed,
Or strive to bind Him in a book men read?
Yet, though in awe, and wonderment I stand,
How shall I be afraid, in His great hand?
- Reginald C. Eva -
Have a blessed Lord's Day, sweet friends!