Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty… He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you will find refuge; His faithfulness will be your shield and rampart (Psalm 91:1, 4).
Hope
By Frances Ridley Haversal
What though the blossoms fall and die
The flower is not the root;
The sun of love may ripen yet
The Master's pleasant fruit.
What though by many a sinful fall
Thy garments are defiled?
A Saviour's blood can cleanse them all;
Fear not ! thou art His child.
Arise! and, leaning on His strength,
Thy weakness shall be strong;
And He will teach thy heart at length
A new perpetual song.
Arise! to follow in His track
Each holy footprint clear,
And on an upward course look back
With every brightening year.
When thy days are veiled in night,
Christ shall give thee heavenly light;
Seem they wearisome and long,
Yet in Him thou shalt be strong.
Cold and wintry though they prove,
Thine the sunshine of His love;
Or, with fervid heat oppressed,
In His shadow thou shalt rest.
When thy days on earth are past,
Christ shall call thee home at last.
His redeeming love to praise,
Who hath strengthened all thy days.
~ Frances R. Havergal ~ (1836-1879)
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